DAVE

My husband is on my heart more and more, because he is so helpful and kind to me.  When I fell early yesterday morning and hit the floor, hurt and screaming, he immediately rushed through the house to help me any possible way. He's a truly caring and loving man.

I am sure I posted this poem before, but it touched me again today.

Originally, I wrote it during the first week of October, 2001, when I was on a depression stage of life after 9/11 and camping at the North Shore to come to God's emotional healing, which, miraculously, did occur. 

So sharing it with you, again.

======================

  "You hug your husband, and

Tell him you appreciate him,"

Steve, the wise one, said.

I did -- and I do.

"I'm sending you my representative,"

Abba said to me,

Those years ago.

And in the season of robins and lilacs,

He bounced through my door --

One of a group.

For some reason, I noticed.

And weeks later, we noticed --

And then we got married.

[Just about that fast -- 

and that shocking --

and scary!!]

[Because the world would never have put us together,

but Abba did.]

He was not who I expected --

I was a surprise to him.

[I still am sometimes, I think.]

But if I know nothing else in this life

to be true,

I know my Abba sent His representative.

==============

A bit of extra info.  The "Steve" is my son, and, as I was preparing to head 600 miles away from home to deal with fear and depression, he wanted me to consider Dave's heartache when I would be gone.  My son was realistic.  Dave, however, knew this was a trip God was sending me on, so he wasn't breaking down or afraid.  He knew I needed healing and that that location would be a good one for it. 

While up there without him, talking to him once a day on a public phone in the Tettagouche Camp center, he continued to encourage me.

This poem poured into my heart as a result.

It truly is my Dave.