Thursday, February 9, 2012

02/09/12

Another month passes, and last night I woke from a dream of her.

Four months.
One third of a year.
One hundred twenty four days.

There were two men in a certain town. One was rich, and one was poor. The rich man owned a great many sheep and cattle. The poor man owned nothing but one little lamb he had bought. He raised that little lamb, and it grew up with his children. It ate from the man’s own plate and drank from his cup. He cuddled it in his arms like a baby daughter. One day a guest arrived at the home of the rich man. But instead of killing an animal from his own flock or herd, he took the poor man’s lamb and killed it and prepared it for his guest.
-Nathan

She was mine. She grew up with me. She ate with me. She drank with me. I cuddled her in my arms.

You must not covet your neighbor’s wife
-Exodus 20:17

What if she was mine and she left me for my neighbor? Is it a sin to miss her? Am I sinning each day I ask You to bring her back into my arms?

How can desiring someone one day be beautiful and honoring to You, then the next day the same feelings towards the same person become coveting and a sin against my neighbor?

Or from his perspective, desiring someone one day is coveting and a sin against me, then the next day the same feelings towards the same person becomes beautiful and honoring to You?

As surely as the LORD lives, any man who would do such a thing deserves to die! He must repay four lambs to the poor man for the one he stole and for having no pity.
-David

Is it that simple? Just move on, replace her? What if the poor man doesn't want four lambs? What if all he wanted was his one little lamb?

Adele - Someone Like You

I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded That for me it isn't over.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Uriah was murdered. I don't get to know how he would have moved on or handled the situation. I miss her and I know I shouldn't. Fill the void with more of Your presence. Your love never fails.