I curled my hair and put on that red blouse. They weren’t real pearls, but their lustrous sheen in the light of my kitchen glowed translucent against their ivory frame. It was more than the situation called for, more than expected. And to a girl who’s always felt…less than, this was a new skin.
This can be our Valentine’s dinner, I whispered in his ear.
It was a crowded affair with hardly room to pirouette. I didn’t try. Frocked tables and men in hats bumped together in narrow passageways. At dinner, we sat with dear friends and made new ones. The clink of glass and murmur of steady conversation were the music of the evening. I leaned into his song—listened, rapt, to the voice I know so well become new again.
And when his fingers found mine under that white tablecloth I felt beautiful. I felt loved.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us:
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