Don't You Say It's Too Early...

...Baby I don't wanna waste another day.

I just met her, well not really, however it seems as though I've known her forever. That may be because the God that lives inside her has known me forever. Only in conversation have we connected, but with each word spoken the synapse in my brain tingles and the strings of my heart tugged upon. Our dialogue pure as the untouched depths of the deepest ocean or the unsullied peaks of the tallest mountain. Her voice, vibrant and glamorous yet tender and serene like a choir of angels. Her eyes solemn and majestic all the while benevolent and lucid as though I'm able to look through them like a window to her beautiful soul.

Conceivably this is all too premature for a fondness of this prestige, but I will not act unsuitably to this opportunity. Lord, patience and poise is your mandate for moving forward ever so slowly to ensure your plan and only your plan is carried out. But I am reluctant to say I will need your unrelenting provision in this area. Am I crazy? Possibly. Nevertheless this is not a fabrication of my own doing. God you know I never open up the door to my soul so easily, for good reason, but with her I find it to be done without effort.

I have prayed daily during this time for evidence of your hand at work in this manifestation, all answers have led me to a resounding yes. Is this perhaps what I've been waiting and yearning for? Does she even feel the same way, or will she ever? Oh God, if so, allow me not to wither or wane as an autumn leaf rustling in the wind. Allow me not oh Lord, to relinquish hope or to be delivered from this great honor. If I know me, and I do, I will surely find some way to lay waste to this precious gift.

So Lord I beg of you to bestow upon me your everlasting and impeccable grace like the faithfulness of the morning sunrise. Let not my words, which are silver-tongued and eloquent, be a replacement for the diligent actions needed to abide by you and honor her. Let not my feelings, which can be as fleeting as a bit of milkweed fluff drifting in the breeze, subdue my realization of this potential blessing and crucial responsibility at hand.

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