As a senior in high school, I spent a great deal of time with my two dearest friends, Brian and Faith. We lived life together, we dreamed together. Not surprisingly, I was also deeply taken with Faith (and even with her family, but that is a story for another time, perhaps), though it went nowhere.
Having set the context, what came to mind was a long walk I took
connected with these two. We were spending some time at a cabin when
Brian and Faith told me they were going to start dating. I was angry and
I was confused. I asked no questions. I waited for no explanation. I
simply walked. It was dark and the place unfamiliar. Yet I marched on,
bitter tears flowing. How could I ever bear this betrayal? Some time
later, I don't know how long, hours, I turned back.
When I arrived, I sat on the end of the pier looking out over Lake
Michigan. I had no words. Brian came and sat next to me. I began to
weep. He shared in my tears. He joined me in my emotion because he loved me.
The two have now been married for many years and have a satchel of beautiful
children. And they were the best man and maid of honor when I married my
dear wife. God does things mysteriously. Sometimes a walk helps to sort out the mystery and even when it doesn't, God goes with us.