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To Be Surprised










Anyone who has lost,
knows the trepidatious prayer.
The one barely spoken,
Whispered in the dark
surrounded by fear
and doubt
and the fragrance of despair.

I walked foward, one foot in front of the other,
wincing from the pain of my poorly thought out shoe choice,
my fingers lightly pinching the underside of my father's be-suited arm.

"When I wrap my arms around you
Every mistake we made crumbles
When I wrap my arms around you
Everything echoes a new song."
- Sondre Lerche 'To Be Surprised'

It's the song playing through my tunnel vision.
I'm so very focused.
And so very happy.
You're looking at me and your face is twitching with a million unshed tears.
I can't stop smiling.
My feet are really killing me now.
I let go of my father's arm and take your hands instead.
I want to swallow your eyes with mine so you can see my heart.
Because it all makes sense now.
Each tear I had cried in loneliness has culminated in this beautiful moment where I see that God has heard my prayers.
He gave me you.

Can he not do it again?

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus

Philippians 4:6-7




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