On the 27th day of May in the year 2017, at nearly fifty-two years of age, I became a bride. My beloved and I met in 2004, but neither of us were ready for what love required. In spite of a deep connection and affection for one another, we couldn't make it work. After a couple of years our paths diverged in seeming opposite directions.
By the time we reconnected, ten years had passed since our first date. All that happened in those intervening years conspired to convince me that I needed to accept that God's plan for my life did not include marriage. Grieving the loss of that long-held and deeply cherished dream opened me up to a vision for the future much better than I could have imagined for myself.
Funny how life works that way.
Had I known where the path was leading,
I might have relaxed and enjoyed each step more fully.
Had I understood there was no way to get lost,
I might have met each unexpected turn with curiosity instead of fear.
Had I accepted that moving towards sometimes feels like walking away,
I might have sensed earlier when it was time to let go.
Had I recognized there was no riddle to be solved, only wisdom to receive,
I might have listened more attentively.
Had I appreciated the limitations of my vision,
I might have sooner come to trust the grand design.
Had I been told when it seemed I was furthest away from home that I was closer than ever,
I might not have believed it.
And yet, midway through life’s journey we meet in the center as the big picture comes into focus.
Tears of the past evaporate toward heaven, raining down as wisdom for the journey outward.
With a kiss and a promise, we begin to walk the second half together.
© 2017 LeAnne Nesbitt
I have found the one whom my soul loves. – Song of Solomon 3:4