"I imagine a heart of glass being dropped onto a large mirror. And after it shatters, and the pieces scatter, I see my reflection staring back tup at me. It was my heart, and me who broke it. The moment I believed him, I did the heart breaking myself."
Soaking it in, I sat straighter at the edge of my chair.
She continued, "I settled, gave my heart to someone else because I was impatient. I didn't wait. Not for him."
The air shifted. The AC turned off. I was intrigued, "Who's that?"
"Him," she stated matter-a-factly, "The man who worships like David, is wise like Solomon, and brave like Jonathan. The man who is obedient to God like Abraham and has faith like Joshua. He who has Jesus as his closets friend, like Peter. He who is willing to endure suffering to chase God and spread the gospel like Paul."
"I'm still waiting for him too..." I replied. "I have found a man, however," I said as hope cast over her eyes, "who has given me flowers everyday -- along with fields, oceans, and sunrises. I've found a man who deeply believes that I couldn't be more beautiful, and doesn't want to defile my purity. I've found a man who died in following God wholeheartedly with bravery. I've found a man stronger than anyone I have ever seen before, with a strength that cannot be beaten even by the grave. I've found a man who has always loved me, and me alone, genuinely. I've found a man who is relentlessly pursuing me, even while knowing the dark shadows of my heart. I've found a man who has been waiting for me, ever so patiently and selflessly, since the day I was born; hoping with his whole being that I would one day fully love Him in return."
He's waiting for you too.
