She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
So I watched a movie out in theaters now titled Far From The Madding Crowd. I’m still not sure about a movie title such as that one, but from it my boyfriend and I agree that love is dramatic.
Even God’s love. Because while we were still sinners Christ died for us. But God is love and to us His love is big, dramatic and out of this world!
But to You Lord I wonder, is it just love?
Just love. Love as You know it.
Also had great pizza: a regular slice and a basil slice in Kew Gardens at Dinys.
I just posted a poem about when two people become one in marriage. Sure, people become one by having sex with whomever and whenever they want, but that is not what l’m talking about here.
The poem was written when I really thought about all the changes that happen to two individuals once they commit to marriage. Being unmarried, my point of view comes from taking notice of those who are. So yeah, I’m not married, yet, but would like to be. The timing and everything else I pray about and leave in God’s hands.
Anyway, since I’m not married yet, I’d like to hear from those of you who are. 🙂
If you are married, what thoughts would you add to the poem? (No worries, it doesn’t have to be poetic. 🙂 )
If you’d like to share, what were your experiences while being with the one you are married to before you were married?
Is there anything note worthy about the times you and your, now, spouse discussed about or during your first few years of marriage?