Young Love (#61)

Although Nate’s letters didn’t indicate any uncertainties over the incident with my old boyfriend, surely it discouraged him. Part of the problem (for both of us) was our need to be together, which was frustrated by circumstances that wouldn’t allow it – and both of us were suffering as a result. I made an appointment with our pastor, thinking we could use his counsel, not just about the wedding ceremony but everything else, too. It was arranged in August, during family week at camp when Nate and I wouldn’t be counseling. Perfect timing.

July 17, 1969 – Dear Nate. Everything is all set to meet with Pastor Sweeting in a wedding “conference” set up for the Wednesday in August when we won’t be at camp. It will be good to talk to him. My roommate came home tonight after 2 weeks away, and I’m so glad. I’ve missed talking with her so much. Marti is a true friend. She was excited to see our ring and thinks it’s gorgeous. I get fonder and fonder of it every day, and fonder and fonder of my commitment to you every day, too! I need you with me in so many ways, but most of all because I love you soooo much!

July 17, 1969 – Dearest Meg. I think your old boyfriend knows now, completely and honestly, of our engagement, and I don’t feel further explanations can do anything – either be more considerate of his feelings or more explicit. I know you agree that any meeting with him is unfair to our relationship. I love you. Thank you for your letter. I understand your situation and think you handled him and his friend brilliantly. I’ll love you forever! And I hope you will come on Sunday.

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When it didn’t work out for me to visit that Sunday, Nate grew discouraged. But just when his spirits were lagging badly, he got a jolt of encouragement from an unlikely source:

my mom.

moms-letter-to-nate

Her letter (written with red ink on pink paper) arrived at Ft. Riley full of loving words and a welcome into our family. I didn’t know she’d planned to write him but was delighted when he phoned on a pre-arranged Saturday night call and read her words to me:

Dear Nathan: Thanks for your kind letter. Congratulations on your engagement to Margaret. May you have “the peace of God which passeth all understanding” in your life together. We lovingly welcome you into our family. The ring you gave your wife-to-be is exquisite: we are overwhelmed with its size.

From birth until even today, Margaret has been a “joy and light” in our home, truly a gift from God. In all likelihood, Meg will belong to you far longer than she’s been our little girl, but in your own well-chosen words, she will forever be “Margaret who we love.” Agreed? Settled!

the-letterWe love you likewise, dear Nathan.

It was a pleasure to meet your parents. Your mother wrote a sweet note to us, offering help with the wedding and in any area needed. Rest assured the Nymans and Johnsons are counting their mutual blessings in the union of their Nathan and our Margaret.

                      Fondly, Evelyn Johnson

 

“Love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” (1 Peter 4:8)

Young Love (#60)

My mind was racing a mile a minute as I opened the apartment door and saw my old boyfriend standing there with another guy. I had worked hard to get him out of my mind in previous weeks, but even with effort, there was still a shred of a bond between us. My hands began to shake, and I so wished Nate was standing beside me. But my partner was far away, and I had to deal with this alone.

Emotions are a tricky thing. Attachments from the past can be reawakened by a song, a scent, a picture. And the picture I saw standing in front of me was wreaking havoc in my mind. The only thing to do was leave the room until I could get some measure of control.

a-bathroomI excused myself to the bathroom where I cried out to a God I knew would hear me and rescue me. I asked for a calm, logical spirit to be able to cope with my spinning thoughts and the two young men standing in my living room.

Now… to continue quoting from my letter of explanation to Nate, who was hundreds of miles away:

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God heard my prayer and calmed me down considerably, enough to go back to converse with them. I asked what they were doing downtown, and it was less than a minute when they suddenly noticed my engagement ring. He [old boyfriend] said, “Hey! Wait a minute! What’s this?” And grabbed my hand. I was so proud to tell them of our engagement, about when it happened, and when our wedding would be. I was bursting with joy over you, in my words to them. He just couldn’t believe we were engaged. They invited me to go out with them (saying we would celebrate the engagement), and though we did leave the apartment briefly, we were back in minutes. He was quite sullen and quiet after he’d seen our ring and quickly became anxious to leave. I was relieved to see them go, so that I could get with the Lord in prayer and go back to 1 John. God confirmed for me immediately the rightness of our marriage and my ever-growing love for you, my future husband. I love you so much! YOUR Meg.

July 15, 1969 – Dearest Meg. Would you be up for coming down here on Sunday just for the day (20 July), if I can confirm it in a phone call? I really want to be with you. I miss you. I will try to call you Saturday, 19 July, in the early evening. You were very honest with me about your boyfriend’s visit, how long it lasted, and that he saw your ring and now realizes the completeness of the engagement. I love your honesty and your beautiful soul (praying in the bathroom) so much that I could cry. I am confident he has high enough regard for our decision to respect it by leaving us alone now. If the devil was testing you, you passed with Christ’s blessing! Excellent! I’m proud of you!

July 16, 1969 – Dear Nate. You are amazing, the way you love me no matter what. I’ve never known someone who loves like that… except, of course, the Lord. I am longing to have you with me. I need you! I’m glad we decided to get married earlier rather than later. The distance between us isn’t helping anything.

July 16, 1969 – Dearest Meg. I am very secure in your love and loyalty. I’m glad we made the decision to have each other only, and no others in any capacity on the side – that we realized lateral relationships can destroy a marriage. You’re a fabulous Christian woman. I love you! I love you, no matter what.

“So will I ever sing praises to Your name, as I perform my vows day after day.” (Psalm 61:8)

Young Love (#59)

Wedding planning (in Chicago) was moving forward on schedule, and Nate (in Kansas) was focusing on his last two weeks of Army camp. I hadn’t seen, heard from, or even thought about my old boyfriend for a long time and considered that chapter completely closed.

But I should have known better.

pup-tentJuly 15, 1969 – Dearest Meg. Would you like to know what I’ll be doing next week? Monday, barracks clean-up. Tuesday, bivouac set-up. Wednesday, platoon tactics. Thursday, company tactics. Friday and Saturday, tanks. The following week, which will be our last, we’ll take written tests and physical training tests and hand in our gear. THEN it will be 25 July, and I will see Meg, and she’ll see me in a parade of cadets. Just a few short days till then! Oh how I miss you!

July 15, 1969 – Dear Nate. Today was frustrating. I spent many hours at Bervin’s warehouse while he worked on my car, and then we both got caught in a terrific rainstorm. Both cars got drenched and our clothes, too. As a result, Bervin and Mary were real late to an outing with their church group. And my car wasn’t finished. Now it sounds like a tank and is running on only 7 cylinders. Bervin feels bad, but I’m thankful he’s willing to work on it at all! He’s very patient. His cousin was at the warehouse, too, and said that if I let Bervin work on more and more parts of the Corvette, it will eventually be in great shape.

July 14, 1969 – Dearest Meg, my Love. You sound very organized on the wedding dress and other planning. I’ll help you with all the decisions when I get there. I am praying about all this, and I pray for us many times each day. By the way, when do you want to have the first of our four babies?

doorJuly 13, 1969 – Dear Nate. I have something to write in this letter that will be hard for you to read, but you and I have agreed to be completely honest with each other. It concerns my old boyfriend. I can honestly say his name has not popped into my head since we last talked about him many days ago. Not once – until yesterday. All day yesterday I had a strange feeling he was going to call. I prayed many times during the day, asking God to get thoughts of him out of my head. I was nervous each time the phone rang. At 11:00 PM he hadn’t called, and I began to relax about it. I was writing a letter to my Aunt Joyce when there was a knock on our apartment door. And Nate, I just knew it was him. I believe the devil was testing me, trying to derail our plans to start a solid Christian marriage. I believe he was trying to spoil what we have. I opened the door, and it was him, standing next to one of his friends. I was so nervous that my hands began to shake. Quickly I excused myself and ran to the bathroom. Feeling completely upset, I prayed.

(To be continued…)

“Let marriage be held in honor among all.” (Hebrews 13:4)