Brotha Wynn (my term of endearment) is one of the great ones. Early, early on, when we first met (in college, back in 1973), I knew there was something different about this young brotha. First of all, I'd been raised in California, and he was from New York - spending his early years in Newark and Washington, New Jersey. And that geographical difference registered on many levels. Though of the same religious faith and background, our upbringing was as opposite as any two people could be. His formative years grew him up faster - so unlike most post adolescent young men, at 19, he knew what he wanted out of life. I, on the other hand, had no clue. God was looking out for me, though.
The journey has been full of peaks and valleys, like most. And the valley experiences, many times, have been more precious than those mountaintop respites. Through Brotha Wynn, I have seen, heard, felt, and received the love of God. For there have been so many times along this road that I'm positive it was only God's grace that sustained this man's love for me.
Reminds me of a story (and I'll be brief, I promise). I was in my favorite spot at Barnes and Noble, reading, enjoying my caramel machiatto. A very aged woman sat down near me and began telling me her life story. Unsolicited, and unwelcomed (at first)...she just rattled on and on about her late husband, whom she'd just buried a few weeks earlier. Hers had been a troubled marriage, and many times she planned to leave him. But one day, as she was reading the Torah (she was Jewish), she said a voice whispered to her "Abigail, you must love your husband." She told me she knew it was God, and she wasn't happy with His command. This woman, from the way she told it, had all kinds of earthly reasons to leave her husband. But she decided to heed the voice...and continued what she knew would be a torturous life with this man. However, the older they got, the more ill he became. And she cared for him as a dutiful wife; and he, who had not been a man of faith, asked her to read the Torah to him. Which she did... Well, the rest is pretty well predictable. He asked her for forgiveness for so many years of hell, and he accepted God into his life. Then he died.
I haven't seen this woman at B&N since that time - nearly 7 years ago. She may not even be among the living. I know she was real - though sometimes I believe she was a heavenly messenger. There have been times in my experience with my beloved, when I knew it was God keeping me above what my normal attitudes would be... and invariably, whenever those incidents occurred, I always heard Abigail saying "...you must love your husband."
Today, I'm giving honor to the man who has shown the greatest patience, endurance, and love of anyone I've known. Father of my three children, and friend above all others... Lamont Wynn is blessing my soul on a constant! (wish I had time to tell it all!)
I have said that God is good... did I mention that He's also ABLE?
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Marriage is a never ending journey. What fixed my marriage was a similar revelation. I began to view my husband as my reflection. If he was angry, it was me looking back. If he was grumpy, it was me, etc. I'm not taking "blame" for his actions, I'm realizing that I can create peace or havok. God IS good and able. Hope you are somewhere with people you love.
Yes, sister P... I like what you're saying and believe it is the truth, anyhow. We can (and do) create peace or havok. And at this point in my journey, I've learned how to sidestep the havok and keep the peace. This holiday is blessing me in ways I hope to continue to experience in years to come. Another example of "creating" the peace as we share the love God has given us.
Hey Miss Lady,
Happy New Year! Where ya at?
Heeeeyyyyy ni! Happy New Year backatcha my sista! I'm here - I'll post what had happened later on today.... beginning with the attack on my throat on the 28th of December! Thanks for the luv!
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