The Story

The woman sat at her computer and sighed with relief as her hands curled up as a foundation for her chin to rest upon. She read stories by a Theologian who held all the faith needed in the world to move any mountain. She wondered if his thoughts were delighted by her enough for a non-fiction story. The stories she read came alive with every letter that formed each word. It was like he understood her life and knew of her before. Her feet were cold so she gently tucked her black and white striped slippers underneath her thighs as she sat on her chair. She pondered and hoped he could feel the love that stirred in her soul for him. As she doubted in her flesh, a voice spoke to her that reassured her he knew. "Is this part of the story?" She asked.

The woman was curious as to which project to start next. She pictured a beautiful acrylic painting of a distant young boy she loved and was afraid that her work couldn't even come close to expressing it. She gave some thought to finish writing her book on Spiritual Warfare but couldn’t get passed the thoughts that attacked her lack of skill. She desired to draw a family portrait but was overcome by the pain of their distance. She considered picking up her guitar and singing a song she wrote but didn't have the strength.

As she read another story, she was amazed at how many gifts he held in his spirit. Not to mention, so many talents she lost count. The formation of the plot and theme came together like love at first sight. The colorful and carefully put thoughts jumped off the paper and engraved on her heart. "I’ve never known anyone with that much strength." She thought. Reading his directions, she leaned her arms on her desk and let her finger tips rest on the cold black dust collecting keyboard. She attempted to type on a blank page as she ignored her bitter cold hands. His words came alive and sunk deep within her and touched her soul. Her heart tossed around thoughts that started to have a sheer light about them. The clarity came and she began to type the words. She recognized his passion and comforted loneliness as she realized she was not the only one. She discovered strength inside realizing that she was not completely alone in the world. She wondered if her prayers had reached him yet. "I know they have." She said.

The man’s stomach grumbled as he thought about his need for food but ignored it, completely consumed by his writing. He viewed a picture of the woman and could see beyond what she saw within herself. A familiar song came on that formed pictures in his mind. "Could it work?" He questioned. He fought against the doubt that came upon him and love filled him up. He got up from his bed and walked through the doorway and made a quick left to the kitchen. He craved a perfectly cooked steak as he grabbed a can of soup from the pantry. He looked around the kitchen and wished he had the motivation to clean the dishes off the counter tops. "I will focus better after some food." He thought.

The man sat on his bed with his back to the corner of his room. He listened to music to help him focus on his purpose. He gazed at his computer as his fingers moved each screen to the next. The loneliness gripped him as he quietly wept. He read her stories and wondered if she’d ever be ready for him. His thoughts traveled miles a minute and he felt a bit of comfort in his way of dealing with them. He continued to search for someone as she frequently came up in his heart. In his quiet corner, he felt a love that put arms around his emptiness. His heart carefully broke apart each visual that created a story. His logic fought with his passion as he carefully thought out each battle. He sent her a prayer. "When will you know I’m ready?" She pleaded.