Where were you that day?

I was beside you, like I always am. Patiently observing, feeling, reflecting in my heart, waiting. I know the amazing plans I have for you, but I stand by and watch. I hold the hands of my children and warm their hearts in my hands. I long to give to them but I understand they are in a refining process, and they are not always ready to receive what I have to give. I long to give to them, but I am also patient, so patient, like a faithful friend, in a hospital room. 

My beloved was pulled from the ice. I jumped in to save her, when she was unconscious below the ice, drowning. I dove in and pulled her out of the black, when her breath and hope were gone. I dove in and rescued her. And I was standing by when they wrapped her in a blanket and the paramedics came. I held her hand in the ambulance. I waited by the hospital bed, sipping coffee through the night, and the day, while she slept, returning from death. And I was there when she opened her eyes for the first time. I was there the whole time. I was patient through her recovery. 

I remember that you are dust, but long, and wait for the glorious end, the full recovery, the bride I rescued from death, literal death, thriving. I long for that day and wait tenderly by her side.  I never leave. I was there when they put in the IV, and smiled when you didn’t need it anymore. And I understand when you take a step back and need it again.