To the one I call my own:
To be honest, I forgot.
It wasn’t until I got your text at 7:54 that I even thought about the date.
Seven years seminary.
And here we are.
Where do the years go?
I blink and time evaporates…
I loved you first, before we had ever spoken. God had promised you to me. I smile now at how foolish that sounds.
But, then again, when have we ever done anthing that made any kind of sense?
I saw Jesus in you then and I see Him in you now. You make coffee and then bend over your Bible every morning before I ever open my eyes. I love the way you love Jesus more than me.
I think I’d follow you anywhere.
Trust you with anything.
You steady me. You show me Jesus when all I can see is myself and my mess. You give grace.
You’re the one I get to curl up next to and whisper my dreams and fears because you are my safe place.
You are my gift.
With much love,