A week and a day.

My favorite part is waking up each morning, and even before my conscious has kicked into gear, being aware of sensation on my left ring finger. I feel for it, unthinking, and am suddenly awakened by the reminder that yes, I am wearing a ring (never before heard of), and yes, it means that now, even in my unaware state, I belong to someone. I am promised.

A woman told me last night of her husband’s daily love letters during their courtship, and how great a revelation it was of the security there is in love. Yes, this covenant love is an amazing picture of His love for the Bride, and as Ryan expresses constant affection, it is opening my ears to hear the echo of His whisper in each word.

What a wonder is this depth of love.