I made my way into the large room which was dimly lit, finding a place to sit alone in the back. The music of God flowed in such beauty I could scarcely lift my head. Closing my eyes I could not hear the words. I simply felt a presence unexplainable. I opened my journal to write what was in my heart. I wrote a truth about the lack for love I needed to walk in. My pen scribed, “fill my heart with more love”.
Closing my journal I looked up. Barely seeing what I was looking at, I took notice of the back of a man’s head. Although the room was dim, I could see he held his hands together behind his back and there was a familiar way he stood. Realizing it was my husband, tears flowed from my eyes. We hadn’t agreed upon issues spoken the night before and he had a tight schedule for his work duties. I knew what it cost him to be here now. My heart felt full of love, brought about at seeing this man I loved make the effort to come here. The prayer I had written only minutes before had been answered….my heart was filled with the “more love” I had asked for.