A conflicted Valentine's Day
I have nothing.
No heart so full I feel like a clumsy-fingered child wrapping a stuffed toy, desperately trying to contain what is destined to burst forth.
No completed soul. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t feel incomplete before; I now know I was.
No faith, no hope for the future. What God planned was so unexpected, so perfect, there was no way to predict it.
No. Without you, I would have none of these things. The breath would leave my lungs, never to return. My spirit would fly with it, a breeze that only Heaven would recognize.
The Provider of All Good Things has done His very best work, putting us together. He has found what I did not even know to seek. He has found you. And in you, He has found the rest of me.
No heart so full I feel like a clumsy-fingered child wrapping a stuffed toy, desperately trying to contain what is destined to burst forth.
No completed soul. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t feel incomplete before; I now know I was.
No faith, no hope for the future. What God planned was so unexpected, so perfect, there was no way to predict it.
No. Without you, I would have none of these things. The breath would leave my lungs, never to return. My spirit would fly with it, a breeze that only Heaven would recognize.
The Provider of All Good Things has done His very best work, putting us together. He has found what I did not even know to seek. He has found you. And in you, He has found the rest of me.