This is a letter given to a wife from a dear friend. He was on his death bed after years of illness and wanted to give his wife a valentine, so he wrote this to her.
Somewhere before this life began, my life seems to have been selected to be the experiment of endurance, the foundation for patience, a play, grateful for my seemingly small tribulations. My memory is hard pressed to remember good but bad seems omnipresent, both in experience and in existence. If life continues in this manner, the theory of viscidities, “into each man’s life a little rain must fall,” will be replaced with the fable of the Job in the last days. Into one man’s life all the rain will fall so all can learn by watching him struggle to survive.
It’s obvious that someone who directs this play of life, selected for the main character of this living drama, The Impatient Suffer, a leading lady of beauty and grace one sent from heaven. She is endowed with all the attributes absent from her leading man. She is one that loves so strongly that the trials of life only endure her love and bond them together. The leading man has little to hold onto except her gift of love; that has been granted by the benevolent director.
The one good thing in my life is the love you so administer on my behalf.
The director allows the fiery arrows from hell to wound the creature’s soul, the leading man struggles, impatiently, pitifully at times just to survive. Her love and devotion endures their struggles and her grace keeps him from complete annihilation. He never returns her gentle caring love, completely, that keeps him alive. This story doesn’t have an end until he learns that love is the only measure of a man’s existence. His successes and his failures in life are the result of his fears but all can be overcome when he learns unconditional love. The audience sets in silence when the measure of love from the Lady of Heaven will penetrate his thick crusty exterior and touch his spirit and the suffering will end.
Happy Valentine’s Day Sweet Heart
