Which Husband Just Called My Name?

“Curly.”

I heard it quietly, yet distinctly.  Only one person on the planet called me by that name, and he had passed away several months before. 

The pet name had begun as a translation of a Dutch term of endearment meaning “Girly”, but had evolved into “Curly”,  and sometimes “ Mine Curly-cop”   (My Curly-head), accompanied by a ruffling of my hair by my sweet and very Dutch husband.

He might say, “Curly, what do you t’ink about dis colour shirt?”

Or “How about we go out for a coffee, Curly?”

Or simply a loving “Curly, mine Curly.”

Just the fact that it was his private name for me, shared by no other, made me feel cherished.  It was intimate, a special secret between the two of us.

Yet now he was gone.

Who, then, had just called me by that name?

It could only be Jesus.

 His calling me “Curly” reminded me that I still have a husband: One Who says to me  “I know you,

            I cherish you,

                        you belong to Me alone

NOT till death do us part… but forever.”

Isaiah 54:5 NIV: For your Maker is your husband…

Hebrews 13:5 NIV: Never will I leave you

Never will I forsake you.