What is That?

My sister was talking about romance the other day. She would know, she's been in a relationship for years. Engaged to be hitched actually. She's got plenty of examples of him loving on her. Here is one of them...

A few years ago, she came to New Orleans for a girls' weekend. She and a few of her girlfriends go to some swank New Orleans restaurant. They are sitting there and a bowl of strawberries and a tray of champagne come to the table. Leanne says, "Excuse me, we didn't order this." The waiter says, "Are you Em?" (My sister's name is Emily Leanne, and he calls her Em.) So she replies, "Um, yes." The waiter says, "This is for you." Hands her a notecard saying, "Enjoy your night with the girls, Love, Louis." That little stinker had called the restaurant (from Florida) and made arrangements for champagne and strawberries to be delivered to her table. I'm so sure! Who does stuff like that anymore? And it's not just Louis and Leanne. My father still writes my mother poetry. POETRY!

I take a different point of view about the whole issue of romance. It doesn't exist in my world. Not like that anyway. I used to love the idea of romance growing up with my nose in a book. It's hilarious to me how romance has taken on different traits as I've gotten older. First it was a knight in shining armor fighting a dragon to win my hand. Then in high school it was knowing that someone thinks I'm beautiful whether I'm in a ball gown or a ball cap or worse yet, wearing my glasses! Now it's things like accepting the fact that I'll never be able to cook and thinking I'm all the more delightful for it. Or laughing at my jokes, and being content to just sit with me in comfortable silence. But I don't have any of those versions of romance. And you know what? It's perfectly fine with me. Can you believe it? I'm kind of surprised myself. Here's the thing. I'm romanced daily. No, it doesn't look like a movie, or sound like a novel. It's just simple day to day things that tell me that Someone loves and cares for me. I get those gentle whispers in my ear, and the brush of the wind caressing my face. Each and every day God has a new way to romance me. And it's always surprising and very unexpected in the way He does it.

I fully believe that God romances each one of us, it's just a matter of whether you're paying attention or not...