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so this past week the whole family got sick to one extent or another. All with varying degrees of symptoms running through our bodies.   Hubsters and I had plans for a weekend date which looked like they weren’t going to happen.  Illness and travel aren’t good driving buddies.   But then we had a respite.  Saturday tired but perky and I NEEDED to get out of the house.  Three days of forced confinement running chills and upset body systems… I wanted out!  We decided we’d pack clothes in case an overnight we could do, but headed out.   The lad, the bunnies and piggies could care for.  🙂   You see, my hubby thinks to himself “engagement means commitment!”  🙂  (at least that’s my spin today).  

Part of the way there my body gave us a good scare (and a half) but we pushed through, made our event, and puddled around a bit after and then headed home.  We decided that being stuck in a hotel room if health turned more negative was not our idea of WhooHoo fun.  Hubby was beat up tired when we got home and I wasn’t much better.  But a good day out we had.  Hubsters said “I had a good time, glad we went, but very glad to be home.”   Let’s see how I play out this second helping on the word prompt Engage. 

Engagement means commitment

Reflection on a Sunday morning
driving to church,
hubby lying in bed,
illness catching up to him.

Realizing that engagement
means commitment.
Hubsters meant it, years
ago, when “I do” was uttered.

Over the years, he’s
shown time and again
what that commitment means.
The love expressed in
permanent form.

He Loves me.
Even when he’s tired,
and his body unwell,
And he sees a pacing wife
with too much energy to spare.

What’s the plan, love?
What shall we do?
As he fakes wellness and
plans to follow through.

In the car, a lovely day,
the weather’s in our favour.
A long drive, tickets in hand,
the Sportsmen Show awaits!

We went, we saw, we chatted much.
Oohed and aahed and had some fun
people watching, people avoiding,
crowds getting too much.

Out, head home after muddling
about at IKEA, a stuffed, very
cute owl attending.
“I can’t think anymore hun,
let’s get going.”

Home, to bed, and in the morning
a hubster poorly enough that church
not an option. And I realized.
This was love! 🙂

A later in the week footnote

As I read over this post it made me think back to a time when I chose to love my hubby more than my friendship with others.  A time when I helped him out with a needful task. Turns out that engagement means commitment from both sides in a relationship.  🙂 

A sermon heard this morning, a word prompt of pursue, and I find myself at a bit of a impasse. Impasse being the wrong word but a potential turning point.  In Pursuit of Love has me seeking within.  I’ve felt introspective most of the day after listening to this mornings sermon. My goal, to listen to it again.   Time will tell how my heart continues to heal yes? 

In Pursuit of Love

 this morning in service
Pastor Luke spoke on
trust and obey, a
good sermon from a young pastor.

the songs throughout the
service emphasized how much
God loves his people.  a people
that he calls to trust in
his redeeming work.

and so I sat, listening,
feeling how broken I am inside
lately, so distant and faraway from
all that is lovely true and right
and suddenly I see it abit more clearly.

in pursuit of love am I.
a desire to feel that
surpassing love of God that
beats it’s way past the hurt and
isolation felt so deeply within.

needing to know that depth of love
from the song “the love of God”
where an ocean filled of ink would be
drained from God’s expression of
love for his people.

I want, I suppose, to feel
that God is in pursuit of love
with me.  that love drives that
incessant voice within me, come, come,
come, repent, love, live.

to have that demand to trust
be returned as a felt definable
reason to listen more closely to
the come, come, come.

because right now I want to
listen. the hesitation rides
hard. the aloneness and hurt
and what feels like betrayal
rides my inner thoughts strongly.

I suppose as I write I’m coming
more to terms with what is going on
inside of me.  the way is opening
to listening to the promptings.

a good thing that perhaps?

1 John 2:28-3:2

²⁸ And now, little children, abide in him, so that when he appears we may have confidence and not shrink from him in shame at his coming. ²⁹ If you know that&amp;amp;lt;/span> </span></span>he is righteous, you may be sure that everyone who practices righteousness has been born of him.

3 See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. ² Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is. And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure.

I John 3:6-10

⁶ No one who abides in him keeps on sinning; no one who keeps on sinning has either seen him or known him. 7 Little children, let no one deceive you. Whoever practices righteousness is righteous, as he is righteous.

8 Whoever makes a practice of sinning is of the devil, for the devil has been sinning from the beginning. The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the works of the devil. ⁹ No one born of God makes a practice of sinning, for God’s^[ seed abides in him; and he cannot keep on sinning, because he has been born of God. ¹⁰ By this it is evident who are the children of God, and who are the children of the devil: whoever does not practice righteousness is not of God, nor is the one who does not love his brother.