THE WHITE FROSTING ROSE

The Best Man sat in one of the empty chairs of his best friends wedding reception. Most of the people had already left. The bride and the groom held each other tightly. He watched as she laid her head on her groom’s shoulder and the two danced slowly to the music. He picked up his fork and picked at the cake on the table in front him. A big white frosting rose eyed back at him.

He couldn’t understand his friends sudden turn in life. One moment he was a happy go lucky dufus like all of the rest of the guys in their group. He liked to play baseball and stay out half the night. He liked spending his time and his money on whatever he’d wanted. If he had groceries in his apartment didn’t concern him, but he wouldn’t be caught dead without beer in the fridge. So, what had made his best friend so suddenly change?

Change had a name for his best friend and it was Katie. From the moment they met they were inseparable. Suddenly, it mattered to Tom if there was food in the house. It mattered if the beds were made and it certainly mattered that the wall of empty beer bottles was swept away into the recycling container.

Gabe didn’t get it. Tom had the best life a guy could ask for. Why would Tom exchange his free will for a lifetime of Katie? There would be no more coming or going as Tom pleased. He’d start counting every penny. He’d balance his checkbook and buy Katie new tires for her car before buying new tires for his own. What was Tom thinking?

Tom came over with Katie in hand and told Gabe that they were going to head out. Gabe smiled. It wasn’t the giddy smile from earlier in the day as the wedding pictures were taken after the ceremony. It was more like an “I’m tired and a bit let down” kind of smile. Gabe worked to hold it together. He didn’t want anyone thinking he was getting all mushy. Tom’s marriage meant that Gabe things were now changed for him too. Tom and Gabe had done everything together. They had even shared an apartment together. Gabe wondered where he was supposed to go from here?

Katie wandered off to say goodnight to the last few guests and Tom sat down next to Gabe. Tom patted Gabe on the back then placed his hand on Gabe’s shoulders. “I know this is corny to say but, I love you, man. I’m gonna miss you. When Katie and I get back from Bermuda how about if we get together?”

Gabe nodded.

Tom and Katie wandered off hand in hand. Katie carried her shoes and Tom carried his suit jacket.

Gabe still couldn’t fathom it. What could make a man give up his freedom to be pinned down? Why would any man ever do that voluntarily? And for the rest of his life, what was Tom thinking?

“Are you finished with that sir?”

Gabe looked up from the demolished frosting rose and met the eyes of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. NO, he thought, you’re just emotional from the wedding. Look how it’s creeping up on you. Tell her no. Tell her to go away. Tell her you love your freedom and no woman is ever going to pin you down.

He was surprised at the words tumbling out of his mouth to the young woman cleaning up the reception hall who was standing beside him.

“Is your name Katie per chance?”

Now Gabe was learning love’s call. Even the mere hope of love was powerful enough to loosen freedom’s tightest grip.

…..BLIS.BLOG…..by Janet Williams…..A BLOG TO SEE!…..

John 10:17-18 (Jesus speaking to His disciples)”This is why the Father loves me: because I freely lay down my life. And so I am free to take it up again. No one takes it from me. I lay it down of my own free will. I have the right to lay it down; I also have the right to take it up again. I received this authority personally from my Father.” (MSG)

John 15:9 (Jesus speaking) “I’ve loved you the way my Father has loved me. Make yourselves at home in my love. If you keep my commands, you’ll remain intimately at home in my love. That’s what I’ve done—kept my Father’s commands and made myself at home in his love. (MSG)

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