He had danced with her so many times before yet none compared to this moment. The slowness of the dance began to increase to a quicker beat – but it wasn’t the music he heard. It was his heartbeat once again, the nerves had increased. It was time. The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived. It wasn’t her lips quivering this time but his. She noticed he was nervous so she stood upon her tip-toes. She kissed his neck, then his cheek…breathing on his neck. She moved ever so gently and reassuringly so their eyes could meet. His heart was racing; she grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her. She lassoed his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He had only dreamed of this night. God had been good to him…He was blessed with a wife that knew his needs before he did himself.
The morning sun was rising. He arose early, picking her fresh flowers from the garden outside. Placing them on the pillow above her head, he remembers their dancing as he watched his beautiful bride sleep; with the new morning sun rising on the white walls behind her. She was sleeping, with a smile on her face and sunlight reflecting the flawlessness of her skin. Once again he was overwhelmed. He fell to his knees on the balcony, sharing tears of joy and thankfulness with his Lord and Savior. The breeze from the lake chilled his face yet at the same time, it was as if God was wiping those tears away. The best wedding gift they received was the purity they had shared with each other. They had remained pure in each others eyes but most importantly – they had remained pure in God’s eyes. He was overwhelmed with this gift…the gift they gave to each other and God. God had gifted them with his one and only son…so waiting was the least they could do.
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This was written in response to a question from the "Falling in Love with Jesus" Bible Study our women's group did in January of 2008.
The morning sun was rising. He arose early, picking her fresh flowers from the garden outside. Placing them on the pillow above her head, he remembers their dancing as he watched his beautiful bride sleep; with the new morning sun rising on the white walls behind her. She was sleeping, with a smile on her face and sunlight reflecting the flawlessness of her skin. Once again he was overwhelmed. He fell to his knees on the balcony, sharing tears of joy and thankfulness with his Lord and Savior. The breeze from the lake chilled his face yet at the same time, it was as if God was wiping those tears away. The best wedding gift they received was the purity they had shared with each other. They had remained pure in each others eyes but most importantly – they had remained pure in God’s eyes. He was overwhelmed with this gift…the gift they gave to each other and God. God had gifted them with his one and only son…so waiting was the least they could do.
Have you enjoyed the past three day's blogs?
I would love your feedback and comments.
Is this a story I should look to develop, recycle and stick to inspirational non-fiction, or leave it alone as the story it was written to be?
This was written in response to a question from the "Falling in Love with Jesus" Bible Study our women's group did in January of 2008.
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