To Love Him Is Our Calling, To Love Each Other Our Grace

I worked in an office with several other women. I was the baby of the group. Anna was a few years older and she took me under her wing. We talked about everything. I had never had someone that I felt I could just share my most intimate feelings with.

Anna was married to Joe. He was older by a few years and she would say to me that she accepted him as her Lord and Master here on earth. She had surrendered herself to him, surrendered her body and her womb. Where he walked she walked. Man takes woman to be his own. It was so romantic the way she loved him, that's the love that I wanted too.

Anna would comb my hair or hold me to her. When you love you love with all your heart. Her kisses on my face and her arms around me made me feel safe. One day she held me close and she kissed me on my lips and told me she loved me more than she could ever express, to just let her hold me and for me to hold her and show her that I loved her too.

She invited me to her house. She showed me how she served her husband, prepared for him in every way. She clung to him as he made love to her. To come to her on her bed and give myself to him, don't resist, surrendering is God's g*ft, accept him as my Lord and Master here on earth. He made love to me as he had made love to her, and her breath on my shoulder and her voice in my ear, give myself to him, give him my body and my womb. When I next stood I would be his woman too.

The next day at the table she showed me where he sat at the head of the table, where she sat as his woman and wife, and where I was to sit. That was my place at the table. Across from her, on his left and she sat on his right.

We made love, we were as much in love with each other as we were in love with him. We gave ourselves, body and mind, and surrendered ourselves to being in love. Our little nest was a small apartment not far from work. It was our love nest, where man and woman come together and the women loved each other.

One day, after we had made love, and we lay side by side, she whispered to me that she thought she was with child. His seed had taken root. At that moment I felt pangs of jealousy run through me. She held me to her and told me surrender your womb to him. It's time for us. It's our season.

We sit by his side after dinner, watching the children play before their bedtime. We bathe them with care and put them to bed, their father comes to bless them and tuck them in. Our home is silent for a few precious moments. She holds me to her, her arm around my shoulder and we smile down on these wonders falling off to sleep. We hear our Lord and Master hunting for something, so we leave to attend to what he needs.

Hand in hand, we sleep together, as we have for these past years. If his hand reaches for us we deliver ourselves to him. But whether it was me or her, we fall asleep beside each other, our bodies craving the warmth of her, not him, to fall asleep.