I am my Beloved’s, and He is mine

12 03 2012

“Do you want to see the Valentine your mother made for me?” He smiles and slides it across the table.

The drawing grabs my attention first — my parents gazing at each other, ageless on the page — and I’m captivated. It’s a simple sketch, but it makes me think. Of what was and what is. And of what will be.

Then I read, each word increasing my delight.

It’s sweet and flirty, like a junior high girl might send to her crush, and the look she’s drawn on her own face captures something real. All my life it was there, this hint of wild — now subdued by a relentless fog.

Her pencil has found it again.

“I misspelled happiest,” she observes with slight annoyance, folding her hands, and turning her head to stare out the window.

But I’m in love with everything about this card. How she used his full name. The exclamation marks. The row of hearts in the middle, and then that one whimsical heart at the end. And I can’t stop staring at the picture.

Self-image is a fascinating thing — the way we see ourselves when there’s no mirror. The way we appear to ourselves in dreams. And I think most of us, when we speculate about such things, like to imagine we’ll one day stroll streets of gold in an eternal version of our prime. Air-brushed. With abs of steel.

No matter how healthy our lifestyle, time takes its toll on us all. This body sags and aches, and this once-sharp mind dims, but the day is coming when Life will conquer. Vigorous, triumphant, playful Life will break these mortal bonds, and what will we be then? That’s a glorious mystery.

What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable. It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power.

. . . when the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.”

And why this swallowing up? Because our Valentine said, “Yes!” to His Father and purchased a bride with His blood. For the joy set before Him He endured the cross and defeated Death forever, and one day we will gaze into His eyes, ageless, whole, wildly in love with our Redeemer King, and what will we be then?

No mystery there. We’ll be the happyest girl in the world.

Giving thanks in community for (#411 – 424)

soaking rain
the word behind saying, “this is the way”
talk around the table
comfort in sorrow
grace to embrace the “no”
chains breaking
vegetable soup
Theo sipping chocolate
hearts here opening to Jacob
making plans
above and beyond



12 responses

12 03 2012
Sharon O

How adorable and what a wonderful keepsake, I hope you get to keep it someday.

12 03 2012

This is beautiful. Your mother’s sweet valentine and your insights into it.

He does make all things beautiful in his time, doesn’t He.

12 03 2012
Laura Boggess

Such expression she managed to capture in those caricatures. Love leading the pencil, no doubt. It makes me smile. Sometimes, the din of chaos can be defeated by the simplest of things. Love covers so much.

12 03 2012
roseann elliott

This is so sweet…what a gift to you…and yes…I am so thankful He came and offered His heart just for you…just for me…forever and ever….blessings to you…

12 03 2012
Michele @ A Life Surrendered

This is just to precious… what a lovely post 🙂

And to think He said yes to sacrifice Himself, so that we could see Him face to face and then be like Him when we do… is the most beautiful holy romance…

Thanks for this…

12 03 2012

I love, love, love this! What a precious keepsake and how very wonderful that we are His bride, and that He chose us to be so!

12 03 2012

What a treasured gift your mom has given you and Jim…thank you, Jeanne, for having the heart to see, to share, and to highlight His great love and victory won for us…so fitting with Good Friday then Easter nearing 🙂 Blessings to you and yours 🙂

12 03 2012
Redemption's Beauty

Love these kind of keepsakes that reveal the heart of those we love. I still have lots of cards given to me by people close to my heart. I have a hard time parting with them.

12 03 2012

yes, every day…something lost and something gained. it’s just that the loss is so evident that we need to be reminded of the gain. the things that are bringing us ever closer to God…and the things that we have not yet seen.

13 03 2012
~ Patricia

So, so precious. xox

13 03 2012
Simply Darlene

Thank you for giving us these glimpses. Hope and Love are enmeshed.


13 03 2012

reading this post, and the earlier post “today” (i’m catching up), i’m struck by what a gift it is for you to be able to rejoice in your Mom’s past (rather than mourning it), and to know and love your Mom as she is, despite the relentless fog that not only makes it hard for her to see you, but also makes it hard for you to see her. and i’m thankful that in you, as Darlene puts it, “hope and love are enmeshed”: without the hope, your love for your Mom might only make what you’re going through harder to bear.

i’m also so glad to hear about hearts opening to Jacob: i’ve been praying he would feel at home in your new place, and there’s nothing like open hearts to make a place home…

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