healing in the water

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she was back swimming at the pool two to three times per week.

it was good to be in the water again. her strength was returning. and so was her joy.

healing was in the water.

he appeared at the edge of pool one day, jumping into the deep end next to her as she did her own version of water aerobics.

it didn’t take long before they acknowledged each other with their eyes, and saying hello not long after.

soon, he smiled at her, extending his hand in a formal introduction.

he was different. it only took her a minute to get lost in his golden brown eyes.

two days later she parked her car outside the pool.

she gathered her things, getting ready to go in. her hand was on the door handle when father spoke.

“this will be the most fulfilling relationship of your life.” his voice was warm, strong, reassuring, and filled with promise.

she sat there for a minute taking in the weight of his words, smiling, feeling his love wash over her.

his words spoke of the fulfillment of a promise, a bright future that was secure in him, their good father, the father of lights.

she went in to swim. he came a little later.

it was his birthday.

they swam together regularly. then they began to do other things together.

father told her three characteristics about him she needed to hear. they were powerful adjectives: ‘consistent. reliable. stable.’

father kept showing her the foundation he had built in this man.

the next descriptors were ‘honorable’ and ‘integrity.’

more words came. always good words.

she saw him. she saw his heart. she saw the man inside.

she saw father’s son.

one day, she worked up enough courage to finally ask him the ‘how’ and the ‘what happened’ that caused them to meet.

his response was powerful, speaking volumes in six short words.

“i saw you and i knew you.”

(copyright 2017 jane doe)

 

 

progression and obedience

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photo credit: jane doe

another year passed. it was time to move again.

she did not ask about reuniting this time.

she moved in with a lovely, gentle woman in a narnia house in a new neighborhood.

many things remained the same. some things grew worse.

he was not truthful in much. he told her what he thought she wanted to hear.

she knew that he knew that she knew. he lied anyway.

she knew he didn’t go see the former lady friend to simply visit.

the lady at the park was likely a new source of sympathy. or money.

they went to a meeting where another man of god told of being raised from the dead.

the man looked into his eyes for a long time.

“it’s not too late for you,” he said. he did not respond.

she went to the local pool one weekend.

she finished a lap and rested on the edge of the pool.

she was so tired. no one could see she was crying in the water.

papa god began to speak.

“it is true that you would be further along in your relationship if he had made better choices. you have done all that i have asked you to do and more.

i need you to keep moving forward. your destiny depends on it.”

she sighed. it was true. all of it. she agreed.

she did not know what that looked like. she just said, ‘yes.’

things grew progressively worse with him. different than before. tenuous and tense.

soon, there was another conversation with papa god another weekend afternoon.

he was more serious this time. there was deep concern in his voice. concern for her.

“he can no longer have access to you until he is submitted to me. his negativity is killing you.”

he was right. her whole body was inflamed. her strength was depleted.

it would take several months to walk this out. but she did.

when the next move came, it was different than the others.

this move was thirty miles away.

he had no license, no car. there was no regular bus service.

he had no access.

this move brought her rest. she began to sleep at night. she began to heal.

she began to move forward into her destiny as papa god had promised.

there was progression through obedience.

it was a good move.

(copyright 2016 jane doe)