A call to the men of God who have been blessed with wives who prays for their husbands, and the fiancées who pray for their husbands-to-be. May God’s face shine on these blessings from God and give them the desires of their hearts for their lives and families.
In this case, the prayers of a praying wife saved the lives of many and helped fulfill a prophetic and divine appointment that day. So I say, “Thank you,” to all the women who pray for their husbands and especially, to my wife who prays for me. I wrote this next verse for her a few years ago and feel it is apropos to post it here today. I do it with a grateful heart and true love for her.
African Violets On Wings
Who can say what will keep a man attracted to a woman, or a woman to her man? Who can speak of what one might interpret to be love? For millenniums millions have tried to describe this mystery, in song and verse, through stories and sculpture, or participating in magnanimous declarations of “I am yours till the end of time.” Maybe it is the potpourri of little things that one notices over a lifetime together that matures love.
I, too, am in wonder of love and its many shadows and hidden meanings. However, I believe I have seen and felt one of the multiple faces of love when I have candidly observed my wife becoming transfixed and overjoyed after noticing the first budding on an African Violet plant that she has tenderly cultured. Her countenance glows with ornate beauty as she becomes convinced that God has created these little bursts of colour just for her personal enjoyment.
She moves toward other violets with curvaceous poise on her feminine frame while seeking additional heavenly blooms. I believe these flowers stretch their colour just to be cooed to, by her, and “why not?” I say, for I have done the same from day, to day, to day.
I’ve seen her feed the winter birds with seeds and breadcrumbs saved. They arrive with songs and chirps galore as they salaam, in a birdly way. A childlike grin she beams delight, that would please Saint Francis, even today. I have seen the birds dancing for her, with twitches, and shuffles, as they introductions of their young were made.
She welcomes them all with gentleness and provision of food in her oasis of calm in this often stormy world. And “why not?” I say, for I have done the same, from day, to day, to day,
“Is this love?” you ask. Well, I do not know. But I do know that if more of us looked for the best in our lovers and gave the best to our lovers, there would be a lot more lovers and therefore more of the faces of love would be discovered.
Prov. 31:11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.