Lysa's Christmas Give-A-Way
Thanks for coming over from Lysa's blog for the give-away. If you are already one of my bloggy friends who came here without stopping by Lysa's, be sure to head to her blog for chances to win more stuff! (You can do this by clicking on the Chritmas give-a-way button)
Glenn Beck's The Christmas Sweater and Barlow Girl Home For Christmas CD
To win simply leave a comment with your email address in which I can contact you for shipping details. The winner will be chosen Sunday morning. I hope you enjoy Love Letters to the King Fridays. And, I look forward to seeing you again.
Love Letter To The King
Oh my Lord. I sought you today.
The surprise of morning caught my breath within my throat at the thought of catching you.
I rose to sneak away to our garden. It was cold. I wrapped a sweater around me and held it tight.
Without a sound I walked through the wrought iron gate, careful not to let the aged hinges announce my presence. I wanted to slip behind you and throw my arms around your shoulders before you even knew I was there.
The haze of unfallen dew cloaked my approach. On the tips of my toes I slipped down the path covered in shadow of the aged trees that hovered above my head. Running my hand along the leaves of a trailing vine, I felt the wet kiss of morning. I paused at the end of the path, I rubbed the petals of an opening rose bud, releasing the scent of untouched beauty and allowing its velvety touch to caress my skin.
Where were you? I stood, scanning the garden for any sign of your presence. I found none.
My heart and head low, I walked towards the stream where I stood below our weeping willow losing my sadness to the sorrowful shower of the willow’s branches.
Did I miss you?
The sun rose in the morning sky. Its glow warmed the back of my shoulders. I released the hold of my sweater and brought my hand to my throat holding the necklace I wear in honor of you.
A rush of wind caught the hem of my skirt and the heavy steps of someone’s approach arrested my heart. Before I could turn, your arms were around my shoulders, holding me and washing away my disappointment.
You were there all along. Watching me pursue you. And, when I least expected, you met me where I was at.
My King, I will always love you.