Jeff took my hand and led me through the woods where he used to walk when he was just a child. “This land belonged to Grandpa, or Dr. Bovee, as they called Grandpa throughout Port Huron”.
Several months into our relationship, the sensation of Jeff touching my hand was still new. He wanted to hold my hand! It sent ripples of joy through my heart. He led me across a little dock under which a brook flowed. Over there to the side of the dock, and a little behind, where we had just walked, lay the pond, edged by weeping willows whose boughs brushed the water’s surface like feathers, and reflected so softly, their branches seemed to float on the mirrored water.
“Watch your step” Jeff said, as he led me across a tipsy board that gave us dry footing. We stepped on to the path now which led into the woods. The air felt cooler beneath the tree cover. Birds chirped, winging from treetop to treetop. Lacey sunshine filtered through the canopy above us.
We passed an open meadow and walked through a blackberry thicket. We picked a few juicy berries, cherishing our small meal together. Then we walked for what seemed miles. “Do you hear that?” I said. We stood still for a moment listening to shimmer of the summer wind breathing through the leaves. “That is a sound I remember from my childhood. We grew up in woods much like this”.
We continued walking. I stumbled for a moment on a stump as a branch snapped back and smarted on my leg. “Sorry about that”. Jeff looked back at me a little embarrassed. “It flew out of my hand.”
I smiled at him “you’re forgiven”.
Around the next bend and off the path a way back amongst some ferns and brush, stood a dilapidated old structure. “This is what they call ‘Stubie’, Jeff said. “A hermit used to live here.”
I had heard Jeff’s family talking about this place. I bent down and looked through splintered wood at what was once a wall. A remnant of a window stood as testimony of someone’s spending time there.
I had also heard Jeff’s family mention Johnny Appleseed may have tromped through these parts at one time. Could this have been a place Johnny Appleseed stopped along his way?
Jeff stopped to catch his breath. I followed his lead and stood very still as he came closer. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he said, looking at me with those eyes so blue they looked as if dipped from the depths of Lake Huron. He drew close to me, wrapping his arms properly around me, he looked in my eyes. My heart raced. I felt his breath on my cheek and the softness of his kiss. He held my head in his hands and laid his lips on mine. When I opened my eyes, the air seemed aflutter with pink butterflies. How had I not seen it before? We were standing in the middle of an ancient apple orchard in full bloom! God was in that romantic moment, drawing close to a young prince and his princess as love blossomed. I think God knew that years later, as we came through financial reversal and Jeff’s job-loss-related depression, we would need to remember when our love blossomed. God has since brought springtime back into our relationship, after a winter, flowers once again fill the air. He can do that for you too. “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Romans 15:13, NIV).
11 thoughts on “Blossoms of Love”
That is so beautiful and something that I sure never knew.
I do think God is a romantic.
Well written Tammy–from God’s spirit into your heart to pen words that would remain deeply within for y’all to share the “Moment of Love” then and forever with each other.
May God’s blessings of all things good be continually on you and Jeff–always and more when y’all need it the most.
Memories are a gift from God. I am sure you men have many memories of sporting events (football especially) just as romantic to you all~
“Guilty as Charged” as you said, Tammy (on our memories from a football game.) 🙂
Beautiful, Tammy. Nice to be reminded of the importance of romance.
Tammy you write as beautifully as you sing.
Katie, thanks for your kind words. They are gifts. We all have a love story, you have a beautiful love story. What a blessing to hear your testimony.
I truly believe God cares about romance. I do think it goes beyond what we all realize. There is a sacred romance I believe, between himself and every person who seeks him with all their heart. The Bible draws the comparison many times between the relationship between husband and wife and God/Christ and his people. Perhaps there are even tie ins within that great book of romance we know as Song of Solomon.
Lovely story…your words create imagery and draw me into the joy and discovery of those very precious moments, and, too, move me to remembering my own stories. Keep sharing your gift, Tammy, as it blesses and encourages.
Sometimes the choice to love is easy, when the feelings are there. Sometimes love is a choice which requires one to lead ones ‘ heart through difficult places, but oh, the pay off… the beauty of knowing that husband deeper and persevering through the hard times together and … too, the romance is even that much deeper. . . .on the other side when one day you wake up after practicing your love muscles (love’s patience, kindness, other-centeredness, humility, politeness, peace, forgiveness, goodness, forbearance, hopes, endurance) and the feelings return. Love is not just a feeling, it is a choice we make. And that choice, in turn, makes us.