Her heart cried for him to assume the mantle of
Spiritual Head of the Household, her faith as strong
as her desires were specific. Although speaking the things of God
was her first language, he was a private man of careful words.
If he wouldn’t initiate the family devotions she craved,
they could have none.
Of quiet faith, he led off-stage, dish towel or mower in hand.
Humble, hard work was his hallmark, and she led by example, too,
in disciplines spiritual and faith like a child. She thought there no leaders between them,
but I saw two, alone.
The Christ-way is not gendered; aren’t all called to follow first?
To lead we bow low, without spotlight or script. There are different
kinds of service but the same God is at work. Gifted and graced by a Spirit
of freedom, teaching and learning, we practice as one.
Can we pray, she asked, initiating. And we did, and he did, together,
like she’d wanted all along. Some prayers bear fruit in decades’ time, and
we are the answer we’ve searched for all the while.
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