We have a honeymoon joke about a newspaper. When we returned from breakfast, there was a newspaper delivered in front of our bedroom door at the hotel. Andre was delighted. For the next half an hour he was reading happily away. I waited patiently for him to finish, so that we could go on the outing we had planned for the day. On the second day, he looked up from his newspaper and said: “What am I doing? We are on our honeymoon and I am reading the newspaper instead of focusing on you!”
I often wished to be your newspaper. Held firmly between your hands. Stared at so intently for half an hour each day. Studied from cover to cover. The object of your focused attention. Your newspaper became a symbol of yet another wall between us. Loved, yet separated. Unable to express affection while yearning to do so.
Many years later, both as a means to refocus your attention and to inject some much-needed humour in our relationship, I took your newspaper and wrapped myself in it with an invitation to read to your heart’s content… For a short time it worked, until depression and its appeal for escape drew you from my pages again.
Ephesians 2:14 “For He Himself is our peace, who made both groups into one and broke down the barrier of the dividing wall.” The wall of depression that separated us in life has now been broken down. I am sure there is only good news to read in your heavenly ‘newspaper’.
I will hold onto Him knowing the He has me firmly in His hands. He will never leave me nor forsake me.
Annette de la Porte