"Hey Allie, I'm in love"
"Oh really? With who?"
"Do you remember Bill?"
"Bill? Wild Bill?"
"Yeah Wild Bill. He told me he loves me and I love him.
Allie, we're going to get married. I know it."
Ever since this conversation with my sister while standning in my kitchen in Belton, I too was in love with Bill Ivy. He loved my sister dearly and entirely. He loved her unconditionally and with great passion. He adored her with his eyes and affirmed her with his touch. Why God would give this gift to her, only to have it taken away after two short months of marriage, I cannot comprhend. It does not rest well in my soul and it begs an answer to the age old question, is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?
I beg for the heart of my sister. I plead for its healing and well-being. I interceed with groaning before the Father, who has already worked this for good, though we cannot see that. I cry because I miss my brother. I am strong because I have to be.
This too shall pass, though I wish it never had come.
