Into the Fire

         
                               From:  . . . in a love song

     He started the Jeep and drove back to the inn.

     When he pulled into the parking lot, there she was in shorts, sandals, and a cool-looking blouse leaning against her pickup with her arms folded. She set stride toward his Jeep and climbed in before he could get out.

     “Hey, babe.”

     “I missed you,” she said quietly.

     “Feeling’s mutual.”

     “You going to kiss me?”

     “There’s nothing I’d rather do, but I’m a sweaty mess.”

     “Like I care.” She reached over and palmed his face with her left hand and kissed his lips tenderly. “I love you, Dale Leon Rivers.”

     This woman rocked his soul. As much as he needed to learn about love, he had to admit she was playing all the right songs. He knew she required honesty, and it wasn’t that he wanted to sidestep it. It’s just that he couldn’t formulate much to say to translate his feelings into words.

Father, only you give gifts and talents. Only you inspire goodness. Only you save souls. Only you heal hearts, minds, and bodies. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.