I remember when the idea of your existence first came into my mind.
The idea that somewhere out there in this big wide world, you were living and breathing.
Just like me, you were growing and learning.
Through the stumbles, scraped knees and wrong turns, you were being molded and stretched just like me.
Oh how i love you so. My heart has always been to honor you and bring you into my life before you've ever stepped foot into my heart.
My prayer has always been that when the writing of our stories collide, you would know that the decisions made, words spoken, and actions revealed would show my love for you and desire to honor you, even when I didn't know your name.
It's easy to wonder, when will I get to say yes after saying no so many times? When will our steps become in sync and our hearts in tune to the song our Father is singing over you and I?
Even in the unfolding, the separation in our stories, the time ticking, the pages turning, in the present and in the now IS sweet and valuable. The stings, the tears, the hurts, are all mandatory for the calling and direction we are headed towards. I wouldn't trade this season for anything, even if that meant you could be here in the now.
My heart has forgotten just how sweet and beautiful a story can be if it's written by our author. And we wouldn't want anyone to take that place, especially not us. So my dear, let us rest. Let us put down the pen, and watch and pray.
We wait, not in stillness but in expectancy. We wait with intention and direction, not in confusion or impatience.
Let us rise before sunrise and cherish the colors, or go stargazing and take in every twinkling star. Let's dance our hearts out in the mornings and value every laugh and tear.
The steps we are taking are directed and guided, even if we can't see what's on the other side. I can love you in my heart, but also live my life and story to the fullest. Only our Jesus could put this love in my heart for you, for someone I don't even know. Others can call that crazy, silly, useless, but I see it as something beautiful and something to be greatly treasured. Something sacred.
I hope you are doing well in the season Jesus has you in. I hope you are taking every opportunity to be His hands and feet, to speak truth when the truth is silenced.
I pray you are growing in your heart for justice and to see truth proclaimed to the nations.
Know that I do not want a life of comfort, as much as my flesh calls out for that. I want a life that will push both you and I to our faces before Jesus. He has not made me frail, but eager for a life lived with intention.
Where you lead me, I will follow. Not because I know you won't ever make a wrong turn, but because I know who is leading you. Oh how I'm praying for His direction in your life!
I will be here to support you, but also point you to truth when you need it. To be your adventure buddy, singing songs in the car kind of pal, and most of all, your best friend. Our life will be messy, imperfect, hard, and there will be times where we hurt each other. But in the midst of our mess, may we turn to the one who heals. To the one who will help us always.
You Sir. are very much cared for. You have someone who has prayed for you for years, and someone who has always wanted to honor you❤️ I know you will so be worth all the waiting and wondering.
Even if you never even came, my life is perfectly filled with my King. Know that my life isn't on hold for you, and I pray yours isn't on hold for me other. You will never "belong to me" but to Him. You are His and His alone. May you know His love for you. May you chase Him with a perseverance that is unhindered. May you long to know more of His gallant character, and may His word pluck the strings of your heart to the tune of His song. We shall sing a song together, for the whole world to hear.
You have purpose, kind Sir. Live like it. Sing like it. Walk like it. There's no time to waste ❤️
Sincerely,
Rosie
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