The Satisfaction of Words

Richard, my heart companion, went to heaven. I know this because I believe God's Word. Richard trusted in the Lord Jesus Christ as his personal Savior and Lord, a sinner bought by the grace of God.

Love for me did not cease to exist. I learned to know it's meaning in a deeper way -- profoundly, magnificently.

The mutual words of love between us as husband and wife give me lasting satisfaction. Our pleasure and delight in each other reminds me that marriage relationships are meant to be a touch of a richer spiritual relationship with Christ.

Let us make the effort to think, meditate, and pen our words of love. Let us make the words our own, instead of buying a greeting card which will be given to thousands of other lovers. Let us store up the treasure house with words which will fill our memories of past blessings.

Words bring me a touch of the heart of the man I loved, not to close my focus on him alone -- but to stretch the elasticity of my heart to God and outwards.

Before marriage, with a prophetic sense, Richard wrote:

What a joy it is to know
that as through life we go
the sense of joy and pain
we know together, will be gain.

On our sixteenth wedding anniversary, alone in the church where we first said our vows, Richard read to me:

Today on our sixteenth wedding anniversary,
. . . before the Lord I want to promise,
with His patient help,
to love and honor you,
to care for you in all circumstances,
to support you, to pray for you, to encourage you.

Four years later he wrote:

How many more togethers will He give?
Enough for our eternity together . . .
none less,

none more.

We knew that love between us would never end as I wrote to him three years later:

Juntos en el seno del Señor
seguiremos disfrutando
del verdadero amor para siempre.
(Together in the bosom of the Lord,
we will continue to always enjoy
true love.)

He later penned his prayer for my birthday:

I pray . . .
that you will continue to grow
wiser and more beautiful
with the true beauty
that only our LORD can give.

A year later he continued his thoughts with:

God has given me
an enduring privilege
to spend this life
here below with you.

In the same year I responded to him:

Your caring, self-giving love
is a wonderful treasure.
. . . God has been so good to teach us and to humble us,
so that we can more fully enjoy
His wonderful blessings,
and so that we can also more fully know
in our heads
and in our experience that
"every good and perfect gift comes down from the Father of lights."

Two years later I wrote to him:

Every year I think I love you more,
and rejoice in sharing life as one with you.

The next year he wrote to me:

I love you
and want to be available and ready
to continue growing and maturing with you. . . .

Little I knew the shortness of time as I penned these thoughts to him the year before he died:

You are ever more precous --
more than the day I married you,
and more than the year before.

That same year he responded with:

. . . The Lord has held our hand
and is guiding us to that Land.
With Him we will be eternally blest,
but down here are often put to the test. . . .
Together we will face it all,

until He gives our upward call. . . .

His final blessing came with this note three weeks before his death:

I love you
and pray for your blessing
during the days ahead.

God answered his prayer.
Soon, without him, I learned to lean alone upon the "Lover of my Soul."