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.