So why was I nervous? Why the anxiety? I can't really answer that. Maybe it was a culmination of things. With me going back to Kingsville and seeing the new church for the first time
coupled with the very first time I would actually get to sit and relax worry free of the time constraints put on me by the halfway house. Then there was that other thing I was anticipating.
With all that was going on, meeting my new favorite aunt Jo, seeing Granny and Grandpa's place after so much time away, and hanging out with Pam knowing what I was about to do.
Let me back this story up to about 3 years ago. I was sitting at a table (of course I was eating) and in walked a woman that not only turned my head but transformed my heart. She rounded the kitchen wall and our eyes met, forever impacting me from that moment forward. You could have asked me anything and I wouldn't have given you a straight answer. I was a bumbling fool in every sense of the word. It was a welcome aid when Granny said my name because I couldn't, for the life of me, think what it was.
We talked about her mission to India and I think I was coherent enough to spit out, "You mean over there was like prehistoric stuff?" Later, on the way home I was slapping my forehead with the palm of my hand and repeating: "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Really, "pre-historic?" I don't remember anything else of that conversation but I'll never forget those captivating eyes.
I hate to spoil a good movie plot but I was overjoyed when she said the most beautiful word I have ever heard......."YES!"
I love you! - Beki
ReplyDeleteIn a none inappropriate way, I do a bit too! Anna
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