To My Future Husband:
I’m nowhere near ready for you, and I don’t know when I will be. But, there’s a part of me that takes comfort in knowing you’re somewhere out there. Some day we’ll find each other.
I’m nowhere near ready for you, and I don’t know when I will be. But, there’s a part of me that takes comfort in knowing you’re somewhere out there. Some day we’ll find each other.
As bad as I want to, I can’t fix you. I can’t heal all the wrongs that have been done to you. Only God can do that. So focus on Him and know that when we’re both ready, we’ll fall into each other’s arms.
I love you.
-Hubs
I’m ready to date. I’m ready to feel that special feeling. To share moments and my life with you. But, I don’t know how to begin again. I’m stuck between not wanting to date just anybody and throwing my emotions away on guys who I’m not even dating. Please make it easy for me to know who you are. Please see right through my fear and my walls. Because I want this, I want you.
We are all broken; we all fall short of His glory. Your mistakes are no worse than mine or anyone else’s. You are forgiven. You are loved.
I lay here crying because I already regret the night where I will have to sit there and tell you about the boys I’ve been with. I’ve been working on becoming a woman of God, and He teaches me something new everyday. I pray that you will be like my father. Always understanding, on fire for Christ…
I’m sorry that I’m not perfect. I’m sorry that I get angry, or grumpy, or forgetful. I’m sorry for when I flip the toilet paper the wrong way, forget to buy milk, or throw away something important. I’m sorry for when I burn dinner, sing off key in the shower, and get a flat tire and ask you to…
I am not dating, just waiting.
I’m starting to think that all of the “To My Future Wife” posts are made up. I hope your patient demeanor makes up for my impatience.
Dear York Peppermint Patties,
Good marketing decision.
Love,
Me