Ahavah; Much Loved-Part 1
This time, I came across a different love letter. At a time when love was growing colder; when just too many other things kept crowding my mind-space and when just a flurry of perceived unmet expectations seemed to be dampening my spirit. The writer of the letter wasn’t the one who penned it. What I knew assuredly, was that the letter was meant for me. Almost an alter ego of myself writing for me a love treatise, from the One who loved me most. A strange tryst of coincidences. A wondrous mystery of time. A physician, a researcher, a historian; someone with an eye for details, ear for patient listening, and a pen that had the flair for the language of the day. The contents of the letter had a mysterious ability to stir my deepest emotions, placate my part-weary-part-disturbed thoughts, and calm me with a peace that passes understanding. As I read it, it was as if an internal storm had been stilled, as if a gentle rain had caressed my hardened self. As I read it, it was like a lullab...