The Promise.

Dear friend,

I promise, never to forget the beauty in this life, which shows itself when I miss you most, and especially then, when you return.  

The crinkled edges of a lilly in bloom, the smell of her perfume filling the home...

Never will I stop my marvelling at the little "press-stud" seeds on, and the brilliant red of a strawberry.  The sweetness they provide (especially when eaten with breakfast).  They are a medicine for loneliness.

Not ever will I cease to be amazed by the ever growing person inside me, whom I know, and love, and cannot wait for us to meet.

This is the theme song of my days while you're gone.  I will make my work into art.  Whatever I do will be done with joy to the Lord, I will make a study of overcoming fear and weakness.

I will enjoy the long days, the sore feet, the cold nights, the company of our children.  And always hold a place for you, in my heart.

Love,

Shell xx