Reflection of Providence

I remember curling up close next to the boom box when I was much younger, pressing play, and hearing the first sweet, intoxicating, and heart pounding cords of the Overture in the Phantom of the Opera. I would lay curled up on my side, close my eyes and, from what my Mother told me and the rich cords coming from the small speakers, envision what was unfolding. It was a great playground for my vivid imagination. As I’m typing this I’m listening to the very CD that I would play while lying on the carpet curled by the small stereo. As I grew I left the Phantom behind me, and the winsome fancy and childlike wonder I held for the project. The movie brought the same magic back to the tiny girl inside. I was moved beyond expression, and my big girl mind was able to reap a whole other level of depth from the piece that my young mind never could. The depth of sorrow of what it is like never to have the caress of real love upon your life, while brilliant, cruel, cold, harsh, and with many animal

I was reminded today what a great man looks like. I was reminded today that there are men in this world that do live for Christ and seek His face every morning. I was reminded that they are the spiritual leaders of our home. How was I reminded, I saw one today. I saw a man who knows how to have fun, laugh, and live. I saw a man who loves his wife completely. I saw a man who loves the Lord and in turn loves others with that rich love of Christ. I saw a man who seeks truth, and truly cares about someone's walk with Christ. I heard a man of God's heart pour out before Him, not just for his family and his wife, but for a woman that he barely knows. A woman who is his wife's friend, and I heard a prayer that was so rich and deep and true and powerful, because he sought to know my heart and then to pray effectively. Oh how the throneroom of God trembled. My prayer is to have a man with this type of warrior's heart, or just to see more of them. Thank you W for your spirit, you