The Many Faces Of Love 26 The Tryst
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The Tryst
I could not help sighing, with a catch in my throat, which left me yearning for the
beauty somehow to get inside of me, when in Hawaii....
Father, Oh Father, I pleaded, " Please let me become part of this majestic place
that declares your glory, I see it everywhere."
I thirst for you, Father--- my *desiccating spirit longs to embrace you
* quintessentially .
" I need so much more of you."
Since you took Fred and Todd, and Lee Lee, home to be with you,
I have felt ---emotionally ~exaggerated~ pain.
Dry tears run somewhere... I feel the plowed ruts they leave as
my hand tries to soothe their jagged edges.
God, Oh GOD, I know,
It is my own,
son and husband...they are the dry tears.
They are this throbbing ache in my throat.
For a split second in time, God must have said, enough, because His presence
gently...mingling with sweet bitterness,
allowed my son and husband's spirits to hover near.
The agony of my son's heart was calling to my heart, .......
I clutched the front of my shirt and pressed hard dropping my head;
Heart, dear God, my heart is bleeding, into
the rest of me.
The love that was now gone, oft caused me to freeze when it was 90 degrees.
But now, I was shaking, trembling, and it surely wasn't any 90 degrees.
It was so cold. The wind's bite was mercilessly sharp.
There had been a storm off the coast of Japan, which was causing a thunderous surf,
as waves over 30 feet high eroded the beach's foundation.
No one could hear me scream, I thought, I could die out here and not a soul would
hear regardless of how loud I cried. So I did, I screamed and screamed, jerking my shirt,
because my son's
heart was weeping inside my heart.
Why do I feel the pain of his heart in my heart?
Oh God,
how could you bear it when your only son was treated so badly? How did you stand
this pain?
I wanted to beat the sand to oblivion, rip something apart, so I cried to my
Heavenly Father who hears and understands. Precious Lord, I groaned, "Your heart
can be touched by my hurt, your pain can be felt as mine, AND, I know YOU weeped
for your SON, just as I weep for my only son."
Finally, worn to peace with trysting over, I feft just like a little child in my manner,
crawling up into my Heavenly Fathers lap, with the consolation of Christ oozing to the
most hurting places of my inner being.
I felt as though something in me had died, but, a calm sea inside of me flowed,
making everything deadly quiet, flat.
Trying to stand, I fell. Clawing wet sand as it tore under my finger nails; on all
fours, I made it up to the top of the embankment, and clutched the post that held
ropes running around our cottage. I walked my hands up the post, as my body rose
on its legs and feet to stand.
Standing tall, pushing against the post, in the thick blackness so dark it seemed
you could cut it, I realized something had changed inside of me.
I did not think I could
walk I was so weak. But there was a black smooth calm in my brain, and I had
heard the voice of God inside of me like a bird gliding straight
across a shaft of smooth wind, say,
"What a wonderful chance for God to show you what His strength can do. You can
do all things through Christ. "
My heart whispered, and a laryngitis voice spoke aloud, " Yes Lord, I can do all things
through Christ who strengthens me."
Barbers Point, Hawaii Ó Diona
The next day I sat with my grand children and youngest daughter while
the kids buried each other in sand, made rowboats out of sand,
and made sand castles.
Ó Diona Summer Cooney, my Amy's youngest child
Fartherest Left, Ty, Z Man, KK Hillariously Laughing...Made Ash sandbucket Boobs!
I listened to the original sound track of Somewhere In Time .
Tears swelled and pushed hurtingly, in a wad, in my throat. This music is so
beautiful, that it makes you expand as you hear it. To me, it is some of the most
hauntingly beautiful music in the world.
There, I wrote a tribute to seeing my loved ones again. There I wrote "Dearly Beloved."
There, God carried me a bit, then allowed me to work through pain and emptiness,
with a new song in my heart.
Was this the last time I had to go through trysting? No, but each time, God allows
me to nestle up closer and closer in His heart. Each time, I go deeper and deeper
into the love of Jesus. Each baby step makes me a little stronger, and He is greater
and more precious to me than ever before.
*quintessentially :
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the pure and concentrated essence of a substance.
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the most perfect embodiment of something.
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*Desiccating:
Lacking spirit or animation; arid: "There was only the sun-bruised and desiccate
feeling in his mind" (J.R. Salamanca).
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