You've probably heard of the movie P.S. I Love You. While I did like the movie, it is not the inspiration for the title. Steve and I celebrated our 30th anniversary this past July 27th...what a ride. He gave me a gift that is now in the top five of gifts I've ever received, in my life. It is beautiful. A simple, hammered wedding band from James Avery. The fact that he, all by himself, had it engraved P.S. I Love You, meant the world to me. He was pretty proud of himself all I can say is ditto. Thank you Steve. But, for as much as that ring means to me, that isn't the reason for the title. It did make the decision absolute, but the real meaning came from thoughts, lots of them, starting almost 4 years ago during my breast cancer diagnosis and treatment.
I have this little thing I affectionately call "the baby closet" because I can't resist purchasing cute little this and thats for future generations. To be fair, the closet came before cancer, but cancer has definitely given it a push! I was very settled and walking on the same page with God on every matter and issue I faced during that time, except those babies. The thought of never holding, rocking, praying with, playing with, reading to, and just loving on my own children's' babies was something I just couldn't find peace with. And in that time, in the area I simply couldn't seem to yield to God, the Holy Spirit covered me in grace. Sweet, peaceful grace for that moment. Faith grew, as it always does, walking in the valley with the God of grace. I have no idea if I'll rock one, two or all of those precious little gifts from God, but I know there will be a piece of me with them always. And the signed notes of love will simply read:
P.S. I Love You... to the Moon and Back~
May you find Jesus in the ordinary, and may His love be enough~
Two by Two...
1 year ago