another wallace

This is my dear friend David (Wallace) Fleming.

He's one of the few people I see almost every day. Monday for class; Tuesday for Refuge at lunch and then again at 7 for small group; Wednesday for youth; Friday/Saturday for odd events; Sunday for church.

Sometimes we drive back and forth to or from Panama City early in the morning and then late again at night, listening to some good Panhandle bluegrass, practicing our gut-breathing, and talking of things that are deep or that are deeply nonsensical.

Once we stopped behind a car parked in the middle of a two-lane road. We offered him help, and he said he was just trying to get better cell signal. Uhmph. In the middle of the road.

Insight. Insight is good. David is pretty good at it. He doesn't give himself enough credit. Sometimes he "walks to and fro apologizing" for "ot quite understanding" and then gives a brilliant analysis of the world's postmodern version of existentialism.

Last night he gave me a word that spoke into me like nothing else has in a while. I believe it will make me a better wife...a better friend... a better believer...a better person. That's pretty revolutionary.

He wrote me a poem of relationship advice, and he spoke of glorious moments and frustrating times. And he ended with the thought that no matter what the circumstance I am in with my husband (or well, husband-to-be-in-exactly-a-month), God's love is enough. God's love is enough. This is not a simple statement for me because I have been trying to allow MY love to be enough. It's not. I love Nathan, but my love is not enough for him. His love is not enough for me. If I try to love him with just my love, I will fail. I have been trying to, and I am failing.

Today, I awoke deeply grateful because it was the first morning I sat up and realized that God's love was enough and that because of that, we can walk through whatever lies ahead.