DOZ Issue 21 July 2017 - Page 21

He now had a car and would be driving down to South Carolina to pick me up, and I could hardly wait! I had many questions on the trip to our new “home.” He told me it was a mobile home, “ God is always faithful, and we can depend upon Him to not only take away our fears but to also give us great joy and blessings. My husband and I have now been married for 48 years! We have spent very few days apart from each other in all those years. At age sixty-seven, I realize that one day we will have to part at least one more time. However, my heart continues to cling to the truth that one day—as Christ-followers— we will never have to part again. but when I asked him to describe it, he was somewhat evasive. I wanted to know how many rooms the home had and was, in my mind, decorating it. I knew we didn’t have much money to buy things for the home, but I wanted to dream a little! However, my husband seemed somewhat evasive. I was so happy to be able to be with him; I didn’t question it but continued to chatter on the nearly three-hour drive. Finally, we got to Jacksonville and drove onto the base. Of course, most homes on base were “cookie-cutter” versions of all the others—very plain, very basic. I looked at row after row of them, but my husband did not stop or even slow down. He just drove on down into another area. Suddenly he made a turn and then stopped. Before I could get a good look around, or even say a word to him, he was out of the car and going around to the trunk to get our suitcases. toward the one numbered “222” to see the inside. As I climbed the steps and entered, I swallowed the lump in my throat as saw a tiny living area with a small table, sink, and stove. There was a small refrigerator on the other wall. I felt my heart leap. Everything was in one room. There was a very narrow hall, and when I ventured down, it almost touched both my shoulders. I opened a tiny door that revealed a small bathroom. I glanced around inside. The lavatory was in front of a toilet which was jammed up next to a short bathtub. As I proceeded on down the hall (about three or four steps) was a room with a double bed, that took up the whole room. I glanced around at my husband who seemed to be busy doing something entirely unnecessary at the moment. He kept his eyes from meeting mine. Finally, I stopped and turned toward him. “I am so happy to be here with you!” I told him truthfully. I did not let him know As I looked up then out of the until later that I was determined window, I saw row after row of to be with him, even if we had to very ancient and tiny, metal, live in a tent! trailers. My eyes widened in surprise. My husband did not God is always faithful, and we can return to the car but unloaded depend upon Him to not only the suitcases and walked toward take away our fears but to also a single-family one that was give us great joy and blessings. directly in front of our vehicle. My husband and I have now been I swallowed in amazement and married for 48 years! We have carefully opened my car door. spent very few days apart from Climbing out, I stood and viewed each other in all those years. At at what was to be our new “home.” age sixty-seven, I realize that one I didn’t know what my husband’s day we will have to part at least thoughts were at that moment one more time. However, my but later learned that he had heart continues to cling to the been very apprehensive at how I truth that one day—as Christ- would react to such a dwelling. I followers—we will never have to remember how I felt as I rushed part again. DOZ Magazine July 2017 21 «