Here, at last…

“We were so used to the long-distance zeal between us,” Emily began, “that once we were actually together, it overcame us in waves of gratitude… then fear.”

“Fear?” the counselor queried, “why fear?”

After masking the lump in her throat with a quaff of tea, Emily lowered the fine-china cup and replied…

“Because only our hearts are acquainted, not our habits… or anything else.  Because there are many years between us, and we both battle trivial insecurities… silly stuff like that.”

“I see,” the counselor continued.  “So what have you done about it?  Together, I mean.”

Emily slowly exhaled, “We’ve agreed to have a long talk.”

“And are you comfortable with that?”

Emily grinned and averted her gaze as if taking herself aside; upon returning, she replied…

“With all my heart… and absolutely not.”


Very little in common but Jesus… adjusts the frequency of intense relationship.

Not an end, just turning down the burner as it were. Thanking God for Jesus.

Going on in kind ways and continuing to pray… life continues, blessed.

Holding out hope for quieter, more peaceful days…

… and continuing to love.


Shallow’s not only for men

“A guy’s got to have lucrative prospects, that’s all I’m saying,” Clarisse told the counselor.

The professional’s pencil danced lively across her notebook as she asked, “what do you mean by ‘lucrative’ prospects? I mean, isn’t the fact that he’s got a decent job with room for growth enough for you?”

Clarisse quickly shook her head.  “No.”

“Well, what more should he have in your estimation, Clarisse?”

“He should have money,” the petite, perfumed female answered.  “Not just a J-O-B, but a high-paying, status-having, success-dripping, bling-reaping J-O-B; that’s if he wants me.”

“Um,” the counselor began, “don’t you find that attitude a little ’80s and… a little shallow?”

“Since when is having nice things a little ’80s, and relishing financial security shallow?” Her swiveling head almost toppled off her shoulders.  “I mean, you sound like a man saying all this… You representing them or me?”

Honestly, the counselor wanted to laugh, but didn’t.  “Clarisse, I’m not representing anyone, really.  I’m only trying to get you to see things from both sides.  Hearing your own opinions versus how others will take them is part of what objective counseling is all about.”

Through furrowed, thin-plucked brows Clarisse replied, “Objective counseling? Is that what this is?”