Twenty nine years of marriage Frank and I will celebrate in just a few weeks. Yes, for those of you who are wondering, I was most certainly a child bride. J Frank has never ceased to surprise me with his creative style of communicating his love and thankfulness for me. Before we were even married, I fully appreciated his uniqueness as I received a letter in the mail from him that had been written on a plane traveling to a job interview… on the paper vomit bag – he was/is such a hopeless romantic! He has written notes to me on napkins, on sandpaper, on my bathroom mirror, on my car windshield, on my pillow, in the snow… I have not [yet] seen “writing in the sky” from Frank, but I wouldn’t be terribly surprised.
From my picture you can see my most
recent “love” letter. Frank nonchalantly
opened the back door and gave a wonderful performance… He started by calling
our teenage son, “Clay, come quick I think it must be some kind of crop
circle!!” Clay ran to the rescue,
quickly realized the stunt, and called to me, “Oh mom! You’ve got to see this…” in a bit of that
teenage sarcasm. Funny, when I saw the
“writing in the grass”, I wasn’t terribly surprised or perplexed by it. Simply because I know how Frank communicates
with me – even though a bit unorthodox or unconventional, I acknowledged his
sweet thoughtfulness with a smile and a wink.
Interestingly this week I have been
reading again a great study by Priscilla Shirer entitled, Discerning the voice of God.
She reminds us how the prophet Habakkuk had complained to the Lord in
chapter one a couple of times as he became impatient for answers. Realizing his absolute need for God, he
offered these words, “I will stand at my watch and station myself on the
ramparts; I will look to see WHAT He will say to me.” Notice Habakkuk didn’t say IF
He says something or just in case He says something; He
knew He wanted to be ready… expectantly ready… for God’s direction, God’s
answer, and God’s wisdom.
I have known Frank long enough to
expect his “letters” to me, and honestly, I look forward and expectantly to the
next one, because I do KNOW him well. Do
I wait just as expectantly for my Heavenly Father to hear me when I call (Psalm
17:6), to respond to my weariness (Matthew 11:38) , and to answer me and tell me great and mighty
things (Jeremiah 33:3). He has promised,
you know. Like many of you I long for that burning bush
moment, those tongues of fire, and that mighty voice of God – but just as
clearly, I desire to hear the whisper of my Father, as HE gently speaks to me
to “be still, daughter, and know that I AM God.” I can’t wait, can you?