If I were prone to wander, to question God’s faithfulness, let’s just say if,
then I might have a few new questions.
Are you watching?
Can’t you see that I long to be a family of four?
Can’t you see that my children are growing,
taller and stronger everyday,
and they want a dad?
When the ADT technician came to install the alarm, Tuck asked me if he might be ‘the new dad.’
He asked me what I would do if he was, would I be so happy?
That’s when I realized he thinks ‘the new dad’ might show up on the front porch, like Publisher’s Clearing House with a bouquet of flowers and balloons.
They don’t understand ‘dating.’ And I’m glad.
I will not parade options before them.
Dating is a tough gig,
the whole one-two-three dinner dates and then we put a bow on this and call it done.
I’m not sure I’m made for it. Or, I’m pretty sure I’m not.
But I am made for knowing, to know, to be known.
I am made to love deeply.
I’m made for long haul,
for country miles,
for every day conversations
I’m made for together.
At least that’s how I think I’m made.
Maybe you know differently.
Do you know I don’t want to be a hero?
I’m weary of being brave?
Can you tell me where I am on the journey?
How many more laps before I can rest?
Can you tell him who we are?
Can you tell me where he is on his journey to find our family?
Can you place within him a supernatural love for these little boys?
How much longer is this what you have in mind?
If I were one who asks bold questions. Let’s just say, if.