letter to my future wife

A prayer for My Future Wife in 2014

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Lord,

You know how tired I am from waiting. You know how weak my faith is and how unstable my belief can be.

I’m still holding onto that mustard seed-sized faith, clutching it with everything I’ve got, with all my heart and strength and soul and mind. I want to rest tonight not in Your promises or provisions, but in Your person, Your character, in You.

Lord, I’m still believing in the miracle that some woman will fall in love with me and want to spend the rest of her life with me. It seems impossible sometimes, but then I remember the words of a pastor: what seems impossible to me isn’t even remotely difficult for you.

I’m praying you will be with her tonight and envelop her with your peace and surround her with your everlasting arms. May her joy be full as she rests in you, completely comfortable in who You’ve made her to be and in Whose she is– Yours.

May she cast aside every hindrance, every distraction, every clamoring voice, and run only after You, her true heart’s desire. May she keep a single-minded focus on Your Son, Jesus, and not fall into the lies and deceptions that tell her she is not enough.

May you bring her into my life, but not until the time that both she and I are ready– and not a moment sooner. Help her faith not to falter and her trust to remain stedfast and secure in You only.

Help me to be the man who can win her heart and guard it until the day you ask for it back. Help me to become the man who will help her to unveil all the beauty and wisdom and lovingkindness you have placed in her so she will become all that you created her to be.

As always, I believe. Help my unbelief. And hers, too.

Amen.

A Letter to My Future Wife on June 18

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I was strolling down Main Street in Downtown Franklin today, admiring all the old buildings, when I had an epiphany. It was about you.

I think I realize that all the times I thought I was interested in someone, what I saw in them was a little of you. Maybe it was a smile. Maybe it was a laugh. Maybe it was a compassionate heart or a kind soul. Whatever it was, it was a sneak preview of you.

I haven’t written you in a while, but that certainly doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about you. I have grown up a little since the last time I wrote you. I’ve seen more of myself that I don’t like, but I’ve seen that if I am willing, God can heal and change me. And He is.

Maybe what so many others have said is true, and I will find you when I’m not looking for you. I don’t know. Maybe we’ll both be 80 and living in a nursing home, sharing a can of Ensure. That would be odd, and a little disturbing, but also a little romantic, too.

I don’t have much to write. Just pray that I won’t give up or settle or lose heart, and I pray you won’t either. Of all I’ve seen and done in this life, I know that life rarely ever turns out the way I planned, but usually what God gives me is much better in the end. Remember that and don’t ever stop chasing after God and wrestling with Him for answers and resting in His tender care.

Thanks for waiting for me. It’ll be worth it one day.