| Rose Where did you come from? How did our paths cross? I wasn�t looking for you But somehow you appeared. I noticed something different about you A different spirit, a spirit of caring and compassion Not what I had come to expect in euchre chat So I guess you stood out in stark contrast. I took a chance to reconnect, using a little used email (unwittingly) You answered next day! And gave me the better address I answered, again using the wrong address, soon realizing my mistake. Deciding if I heard back it was meant to continue. Thank God you answered. It took a week. I thought of you during that week, but not too much. After all I didn�t know you. But I have thought of you a lot more since. I don�t know what it is: your cuteness, your sense of humor, your silliness, Your compassion, your concern for others, your spirit. You. As you are. Better, as you are becoming Once you surmount your circumstances. Now I know. I understand. The truth has been revealed to me. You said God brought us together; He did indeed with both a purpose and a plan. His love had reappeared in me, but directed itself toward you. Unmistakably, in ways I had experienced before. And forgotten. Jesus has been in your tree house and knows the dreams you�ve left behind. He is there still, waiting to show you the way things will be, Not the way things are; He�ll put all of that behind you. Just you and He, soon, in your tree house. He will let me show you the way to the innermost parts of this tree house, One you have not yet fully explored; it has inner chamberss that run deep. You have only seen glimpses of it so far. I will be able to enter too, but only part way. And that is okay. We will become one in Spirit, you and I. But just as there are deeper parts of me that I can only share with Him, So there are deeper parts of you that only you and He will share. And He will soon give you the complete healing to you desire. |