She goes to my church and she listened as she snipped, shook her head and pursed her lips. When I was done she said, “Livvy, I am going to tell you something…”
Today he is presenting an award at the Tower of London. He sent me a picture of himself in his tuxedo looking as dapper as I’ve ever seen him. And I thought. Who wants to date? He is amazing.
I waited my time in that cocoon. And oh my, was that time painful. But I let God do his work in me. I looked deep within myself and know I could have been a better person, I could have been a better wife. I see myself for the sinner I am who is completely dependent on a savior, on Jesus for any hope of being good and holy and righteous.
Did I just say what I think I said? And here he was calling all proud of the fact he’d found this great American lady and I just announced THAT to the world? Then I said, “SHUT UP!” and he said, “No really.” as I heard nervous chuckles in the background. Oh my. I couldn’t believe it.
I stared at that light that was setting over this gorgeous beach and I looked at him and I knew that even if he goes back to England and never comes back, that I was going to be okay. I felt lovable again. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.