You Are Mine

I had a million things to do today.

My husband put them into perspective. He asked me to leave the boys at home and join him later that morning.

After coaching an elementary basketball practice, Dan came home to change. His voice was hoarse. Together we drove – first to the gas station for a cough drop and then – to the church.

We sat separately. I took a back pew. He waited up front. When he rose to the microphone, I began to pray:

Dear Lord,
Heal his voice.
Let him honor you.

And he did – singing a beautiful solo during this memorial service. The departed woman's husband asked Dan to sing. The song spoke volumes. But, what got my heart was this chorus part:

Do not be afraid, I am with you.
I have called you... by name.
Come and follow me. I will bring you home.
I love you and You are mine.

The song writer intended the words to be God's – reaching out to each of us. Yet in this moment's pause – amidst the labors of life –
as I listened to my husband sing, I also understood the words as an invitation from husband to wife... I love you and You Are Mine.