Christian, Family, Life Lessons, Marriage

WHO ARE YOU GONNA CALL?

elevator-panel

We were going out to lunch, so we got on the elevator on the fifth floor, and I pushed G.

The door closed and the lights flickered. Was that an uncharacteristic bump?

“Did you feel that?” I asked.

Evidently, he didn’t.

We began the slow descent. When we stopped, we waited for the door to open.

We’re used to a pause so we waited a little longer.

Nothing.

I pushed  elevator-door

Nothing.

I looked at the floor indicator. It read  elevator-1

I pushed elevator-g  again.

Nothing.

“I’ll call Bob,” he said. “and ask him to go back out and push the button. Maybe we’ll go back  up to five.” (Bob’s a neighbor we had been talking to just before we got on the elevator.)

Except he didn’t have Bob’s phone number.

“If we push HELP, the guys from the fire station across the street will answer,” I said. (I know that because I accidentally pushed it with one of the bags I was loaded down with one day.

elevator-help

“No, I’ll call Phil,” he said. “I just saw them downstairs. Maybe he’s still here or has Bob’s number.”

Except Phil was already on the road headed home, and he didn’t have Bob’s number.

“I can push HELP,” I said.

He just  looked at me.

“Do you have Deborah’s number?” I asked. (She’s our maintenance person.)

“I do. Good idea.”

He called Deborah, and said she would reset the elevator’s program.

It wasn’t long until we began a slow descent. When we stopped, the door slid open and we got off. I moved quicker than usual.

“I want to put her number in my phone,” I said.

Just as I finished, Deborah came down the stairs and said, “The power went off for just a moment. Sometimes it affects the elevator, but I reset it.”

We thanked her and went on our way to lunch.

Now I have two options.

If I can’t reach Deborah, I can push the HELP button. Those firefighters across the street are real nice. I talked to them one day.

Who do you call when you need help?

elevator-help2

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.

Psalm 91:14-16

 

 

 

Anniversary, Love, Love Notes, Marriage

Love Notes

Have you written a love note lately? Or received one? I don’t mean one of those beautiful cards you pick up at Hallmark or Walgreens—although they are nice. I’m talking about an honest-to-goodness love note, scratched out in your own hand – a missive declaring your heartfelt affection for someone in your life.

Kinda sweet, even with the misspellings, huh?
 

 

Love Notes are on my mind because on July 7, I celebrated 39 years of marriage to the love of my life , and I received one. Short, but definitely a love note! It touched my heart.

Our anniversary is always an important day, but some years we celebrate bigger than others. This time we agreed to keep it to cards and dinner out. No big gifts. We’re going to the beach soon. That will be enough.

We exchanged cards at breakfast and later looked through some old pictures. Terry posted one of us from 40 years ago on Facebook, which I also shared. Over dinner that evening, we related to one of our sons and his sweetheart how we met, got serious too fast, took a break and became best friends before realizing we loved each other enough to want to spend the rest of our lives together. They were appropriately attentive and impressed. Our day was sweet.

But back to that love note. This man, who will tell you he finds conventional romantic gestures a bit uncomfortable – although he always observes them – shines brightest  when it comes to more unconventional expressions of love. (Someday I’ll tell you about the love note he wrote me on the lawn.)

Here’s this year’s anniversary card in all its hand-lettered glory.

 

It was perfect!    Or as we say in our family, “Just Right!”



Did it put a lump in your throat? It does in mine, every time I read it. Definitely deserves a mat and frame.

You might ask me, as the aspiring writer, if I composed a love sonnet or poured out my heart to him in beautiful prose.

Short answer: No.

I depended on one of those greeting cards I mentioned earlier to do it for me – mostly because I get stuck on the overall effect of the card instead of the essential message. The sentiments are very important — I  spend a lot of time finding just the right one. But I want it to be completed with the perfect illustration.

And I am not an artist. Stick figures are hard for me.

I found a card this year that said exactly what was in my heart.

Here it is: 

 

I love it because it’s still true after all these years!

But now I’m thinking it might have been the lazy way out for this lover of well-turned phrases. Next time, I shall pen my own love message.

But why wait?  Who says there has to be a special occasion to tell the important people in our lives that we love them? 


Gotta go now!

I have a note to write.
How about you? Is there someone you could delight today? It doesn’t have to be limited to a sweetheart. There are many important people in our worlds.


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach …  Elizabeth Barrett Browning