Fixing to Edit

I am fixing to edit the letter writings I wrote to you,

Everything that pertains to this took me a long time to find. All your letters to the children and me are in a notebook, each one placed in its own plastic protector. At this point, I am not going to read the ones from 1994. I still have them—fourteen years later.

We have an excellent start—

Well, actually, a finish. I have the material; now I can edit. Give me the authority to publish your writings and letters along with mine. I promise it will all be for God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. And since we are partners—as far as I am concerned—I suppose your answer was yes in spirit… but in the flesh?

“We were never partners, not even in marriage.”

Alright.

That was an excellent acceptance writing. So we are together in this—and you know what is so incredible? I have never shared like this before—spirit to spirit.

It is a rewarding experience,

because you are the one and only husband I will ever have… had. And it is not, nor has it ever been, nor will it ever be, a problem for me to continue without you—whether in spirit or in the flesh.

“Two hearts become one.”

Whose? Someone else’s? Or ours—together again, only in spirit? Or in the flesh? Or in Spirit, entwined as one, in the love of Jesus Christ—fulfilling “In Presence of Spirit in Conversations with the Lord.”

Is this a one-way or a two-way conversation?

“It was always one way. He never received them. Was I insane, or just passing the time away?”

Alright… I am going to be professional. I accept you in spirit—completely, ultimately. At this point, I will take you any way I can. This is more important to me than anything in the world—us sharing together in spirit.

I am rambling.

“His letters do not belong in here… because they don’t.”

This is getting difficult.

I should not be doing this to myself. I am going back to work on my book, and I am going to put you away. I place you in Jesus’ hands, because I can do nothing more. Your wife should be praying with you.

I have to stop. Bye for now.

November 6, 2005
Wendy Yvette Greenwell