Time To Spill:

Now I believe in Fairy Tales….minus the fairies. Or maybe I just believe that God is an author of such. My world has been revolutionized. The dreams in my heart that I assumed were just fictional longings someday to be satisfied in Heaven, are actually coming to life. And yes, it seems totally unreal—like maybe I’m still just dreaming. I’ve always believed in predestination and election. I’ve always believed God had my life planned since before the world was created. But, somehow that belief has gone to a deeper level. I have met someone who I swear was created to be with me. I just hadn’t considered that possibility before. I always sortof assumed that two people had their lives planned out, then they met each other and tried to make their personalities and plans work together. But now I’m convinced that two lives have been created to blend perfectly together in one epic tale. I’d even go so far as to say that perhaps my life isn’t “complete” without his life (like watercolors: both the water and the colors are needed to make a picture).

I’ve been shocked at my own revelation in this “new tale”. I actually would give anything—I mean anything—to be with him the rest of my life. In fact, life is too short. Way too short. I’m seeing possibilities that I just never realized before. I always rather enjoyed being single, even preferred it. Now my heart stops at the idea of not facing life with him—like I said—God created him for me.

I feel like a rescued “damsel”. I feel like a princess. I feel like a loved and cherished child of God. I feel like Eve when she woke up the first time and saw Adam. Remember the story I wrote of the broken vase made into a beautiful and unique sculpture? Well, he is like the showcase: made both to protect and to light the fragile sculpture.

Do you think I am looking through “rose-colored glasses”? I’m not. I’m looking through “God-given glasses” full of joy, ready to smile at the future, and ready to face all of the hard times with a warrior!

Click on the title and then scroll down to "When the Pieces are Shattered" to read about my sculpture.