The Lord and I have been going steady for a while now. We have a history. Our relationship is not the way it once was, with butterflies and racing heartbeats and sweaty palms and glistening eyes. The butterflies have settled and the pace has slowed to a steady, a rhythm of the everyday. What once was an exhilarating run, hair blowing, eyes wide open, now feels like a comfortable stroll, an after-dinner walk and talk, a casual saunter. Nothing has changed, but I perceive it differently. It’s a winding road, ever-changing and impossible to predict. This stretch feels like commitment.
But even in the longest stretches, there are bumps and curves in the road that jolt me awake or gently tap me on the shoulder, reminding me to listen, to search, to look with glistening eyes, and to see the newness of Who I am walking with.
There’s a mystery to the way seasons of relationships change. I’m learning not to compare the former to what is here and now. I feel his familiar presence. I know him and I am known by him, as I have been and as I am and as I will be. I’m learning that this is what it looks like to be going steady with Someone who doesn’t change. It’s a winding road. This stretch feels like commitment.
Posted on Saturday, April 19th 2014