Today I caught a glimpse of a shadow of God's grace... my husband is traveling, something he does quite often. Usually our little life continues on back home; this time was different.
"Where's your next trip, Honey?" We leaned over the family calendar, filling it with the details of our life together.
"Kiev," he replied.
I had a catch in my spirit. Kiev. That's the city of my senses - the smell of woodsy, red and yellow matroushka dolls sold by street vendors, the vivid blues and yellows of the austere buildings, the gruff sounds of the melancholy language whispered on crowded street cars.
"Kiev," he said again wistfully, knowing my attachement to this far away land. I stood speechless, lost in the memories for a moment...
I paused a moment and the wheels starting churning. How could I go with him?? If I could replicate myself, maybe, but as I'm no Jane Jetson, I released my fleeting idea. I've traveled with him before to exotic places as a tag along on business trips - Hawaii, Italy. Some lovely memories we've made on our journeys together. Those were simpler times. So I sit at the computer, googling Kiev. This time he is in a city that God used beautifully and humbly in my journey with Him. I was barely twenty; it was half a lifetime ago, and yet it feels like... yesterday. It's a cliche, but rings so true in my heart. He asked me where he should visit... my mind was fuzzy, as there seems to be little spare room in my gray matter for details other than clean jerseys and what to do with the defrosting chicken in the fridge. (To be continued...)
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