Mark to Sue 22
I've wondered for some time how I could do this - relate to another woman. When you know me better, you will detect a consistency that might border on monotony. I'm the Rock of Gibraltar, always there, always dependable, you can count on me. My sixth grade English teacher knew it and I know it. I want something consistent in each painting I do, an identifying quality that marks the work as mine whether I sign it or not.
That approach to living seems to thread its way through all I do. Consistent with that pattern, I thought God had created a relationship between Glenda and me that could not be repeated, so I ought to let it stand as the high water mark in my life and be content to not pursue another, right? This past Christmas, a good friend heard something like this come out of my mouth and he said, "Are you closing the door to God's leading?" Of course not! I'm a spiritual guy. I would never shut the door on Him! I just wasn't going to extend myself on faith . . . until I wrote a note on a Winslow Homer card to a stranger in Dallas. God opened a door and I wasn't expecting what I found. In the midst of my consistency, even stubbornness, the Spirit pushed me forward. Now, I don't want to turn back.