LEATHER LOVE

LEATHER LOVE

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

My friend doesn't own a lot.
Perhaps this is why, without any hesitation, I took the black leather jacket held out to me and agreed, quite cheerfully, to take it into a shop for needed repair.
A new zipper needed to be put in.
Now, some two weeks later the jacket's like new and ready for pickup.
Yikes ... the cost is larger than I'd anticipated.
My friend's fading and failing memory is nowhere to be found (enjoy the pun) and
appears to be working most forcibly and wonderfully in regard to his black leather jacket.
What an interesting and curious wonderment this is, my mind thinks.
I should laugh and rejoice over this curiously, humorous development,
 but I don't because this is where I now find myself:
At a crossroad of all that is ugly in me;
at a greedy, seedy side of myself I wish I simply didn't know and absolutley despise.
Of a "side" that bulks at repair costs now my own.
Hmmm ...
After witnessing the meager cash supply held out to me from the desperate wallet of my dear friend, I should have done nothing but despise myself to have removed even a cent.
But in truth and honesty, my friend, I had hoped my extra little bit of cash might be for my own rainy day and not another's.
Rrrr .... for notably blastable human greed at work forever in this heart.
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Yet still God speaks to me and for this I'm grateful.
I have so much more of "His" beautiful heart to take on and, one zipper at a time, He promises He will get me there.
He promises that I'll grow more loving and more "looking like Him" as we journey together.
He reminds me of "leather love".
What it looks like,
what it smells like,
and what it feels like.
Costly. Expensive. Extravagant.
This beautiful love, the leathered love, of my weathered and treasured Father.
I am His and He is mine ...
Forever in Leather.
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