Last night I am laying in bed reading. I love routine. I remember I forgot to listen to a voicemail on my BlackBerry.
I put in my voicemail pass code to hear that I have a voicemail that is about to expire, that I had to listen to first. I have 5 voicemails “saved” on my BlackBerry. Voicemails that make me happy.
It was Billy’s. He left me a happy, full of life message, that wound down to a warm and loving, “I love you darlin and I will talk to you in the morning.”
I know he loved me. I don’t know what crept into our relationship so silently that it destroyed love and our promised future. I have a pretty solid guess. I am praying.
It has been 5 days since I have heard from Billy, by phone call or text. I listened to his message again. I love him. And guess what? I just feel like reminding him.
So, I text, “I love you and I still believe you were 110% worth the wait! xo” A comment I said often to him.
I hit “send” … panic set in! I actually said out loud, “911 … HOLY SPIRIT, GET TO BILLY … QUICK!” I need divine intervention. I needed his hard heart softened. I needed my message of love to hit the right spot in his heart.
911 … Holy Spirit?! Who says that?! Where did THAT come from? I’m a “Dear God” kinda girl. Never have I called on the Holy Spirit!
My cat, Mocha, was laying on my stomach in bed, this is the only time anyone is allowed to hold her. Her terms. Her conditions. I told my cat what I just did and I started laughing.
It felt good to laugh. I’m prone to irrational behavior at times, but “911 … Holy Spirit?”
I laid there in bed, my mind racing. Did my text read as I intended? I better double check it.
Yep, it read exactly how I wanted it to come across. Then I looked at the time … 9:11 p.m. What a witty God we have! Thank you for the reminder that You were there.
This fight isn’t mine to handle. It is a battle only to be won - in prayer.
If I fight for anything, may it be faith, hope, and love.
