These are my parents. This picture was recently taken and
posted to facebook.
One of the comments was:
"How
great would it be to be loved like that."
My
first inside thought screamed "But you are!"
"because....um.....*cough*
....Jesus loves you."
I
didn't write that of course, because who wants to be THAT girl on facebook.
and I get it. Being 'married
to Jesus' is a cute phrase,
but we want our lovers to have bones and wear skin.
to provide the pay check,
and bring us flowers and Starbucks.
We want a love we can cling
to.
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But I can't help but say it.
I cannot give my parent's marriage, their story, their love,
ANY earthly credit.
I feel like I should know.
Being their daughter and all. I mean (granted) I wasn't around for Butch and
Doreen the early years, but something tells me, (Scratch that) My mom has
specifically told me. Those were not the 'good' years. There was a lot of pain. Not the Nicolas
Sparks kind-a pain, the kind you just walk away from.
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When I entered the scene,
their third child. From my perspective,
their story had nothing you would hear about it a Taylor swift song.
Yes, it had love, but also so much anger, so much patched up hurts screaming
for release.
To put it bluntly, Entrekins
(that's us) anger out their feelings.
We have a lot of feeling.
I watched this. I heard the
fighting, saw the pain.
Then I saw a strong grown
dad-man, over and over, humble himself, and ask for forgiveness.
over and over, I watch a
Bigger love, pull the pieces back together.
My mom and dad humbling
themselves.
ONLY
Because he had already been forgiven.
That love. the Big one.
Loved them.
That Big love grew bones.
became manifest. Humbled itself. Died.
so they could be
covered by love. grow
bones, and Love each other.
...and love me.
I am their bone-legacy.
The witness to That big Love, manifest in sorrow, redeemed through daily obedience, reaping unearthly joy.
I am their love-legacy.
Out in this bone-weary
world.
He is love's Bones.
He put on bones and flesh
and came down to us.
For to us a child is born, to us a Son
is given, an Everlasting Father
I am his bone-legacy.
in this bone-weary world.
I want to be Love's bones.
