by Gwendolyn M Plano
Deep within each of us, there is a well of love – a place of wholeness, a place of completeness. This sacred well is alive with wisdom and tenderness… it is where Perfect Love resides.
At times we glimpse this love, perhaps in a child’s embrace or through the unsolicited kindness of strangers. Sometimes though, it is young love that prompts us to dream.
Today I share a personal story with the hope that it warms your heart as it has mine.
In just a few weeks, one of my sons is getting married. His love story began more than thirty years ago when his bride-to-be and he were just toddlers in upstate New York. They were inseparable at the time, but when her family moved to Kenya, the two lost track of each other and went their own ways.
Years passed, but then on a warm summer evening, the bride’s mom called me. I was living in California at the time, and she had returned to Pennsylvania. Over the intervening years, both of us had become single parents.
My friend explained that her daughter was working in the desert, a few hours from me. She wondered if I could check on her, and of course I said I would – and did.
At a nearby university, my son was finishing his senior year. I thought perhaps he would like to contact his childhood friend, but he showed little interest.
Unbeknownst to either my friend or me, however, our youngsters had decided to meet.
It seems they vaguely recalled their early love, but they did not want their mothers to know. And so, they secretly met over the months that followed, and much like when they were babes, they laughed and played. Finally, they shared their joy with us; they had rekindled their love.
I’m reminded of a quote by C.S. Lewis: Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of the miracles of life.....don't you agree?
At times we glimpse this love, perhaps in a child’s embrace or through the unsolicited kindness of strangers. Sometimes though, it is young love that prompts us to dream.
Today I share a personal story with the hope that it warms your heart as it has mine.
In just a few weeks, one of my sons is getting married. His love story began more than thirty years ago when his bride-to-be and he were just toddlers in upstate New York. They were inseparable at the time, but when her family moved to Kenya, the two lost track of each other and went their own ways.
Years passed, but then on a warm summer evening, the bride’s mom called me. I was living in California at the time, and she had returned to Pennsylvania. Over the intervening years, both of us had become single parents.
My friend explained that her daughter was working in the desert, a few hours from me. She wondered if I could check on her, and of course I said I would – and did.
At a nearby university, my son was finishing his senior year. I thought perhaps he would like to contact his childhood friend, but he showed little interest.
Unbeknownst to either my friend or me, however, our youngsters had decided to meet.
It seems they vaguely recalled their early love, but they did not want their mothers to know. And so, they secretly met over the months that followed, and much like when they were babes, they laughed and played. Finally, they shared their joy with us; they had rekindled their love.
I’m reminded of a quote by C.S. Lewis: Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of the miracles of life.....don't you agree?
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