Though
it’s hard to imagine, some day I will tell my children
The
story I’m writing with my life today but that realization
Does
little to save me from the puzzling maze called ‘now’
“History
never looks like history when you are living through
It,”
says John Gardner. “It always looks confusing and messy
And
it always feels uncomfortable.”
As
I stand on this right side of matrimony with no potential
Mate
in sight, I’m right in the middle of the messiness and
Confusion.
I still have so many questions. Will I still have so
Many
questions. Will I know when I’m walking through my
Story
for the first time? Will I recognize the event that will
Begin
the chapters of my love story with my mate? Will
Time
stand still for one moment to tell me that this person
-this
one person, out of all the billions bustling on the planet
-is
this one? Will I realize when it happens? Or might I miss it?
Some
questions are probably best left unasked. I know I should
Push
them aside and wait for life to unfold its mysteries. Someday
When
I am older and wiser I’ll sit back and tell my story to
Someone
who will listen. And as I tell my story, will I remember
The
doubt and questions of today? Or will I have forgotten the
Silent
longings; will they wash away like footprint on an ocean shore?
I’ll
probably tell some young fool the same things I get tired of hearing
From
others. I’ll tell him to bide his time, “for it is sure to work out in the
end.”
And
of course, “You can’t rush these things.”
Someday
I’ll have a story to tell and so will you.
How
will you respond when one day you look back?
On
your love story? Will it tears of joy or tears of remorse?
Will
it remind you of God’s goodness or your lack of faith in that goodness?
Will
it be a story of purity, faith and selfless love?
Or
will it be a story of impatience? It’s your choice.
I
encourage you (and continue to remind myself)
to
write a love story with your life
that
you’ll feel proud to tell.
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