For years, I had been praying for him on and off and sometimes pretending he was already with me.
I'd talk to him as if he existed in bed with me, down the street with me, at work with me, the list goes on.
Tonight of all nights, he was with me, while I was preparing to get ready for a date with a high school mate, unsure, uncomfortable and almost unhappy at the time in which I have been waiting. I kept praying for patience to see this moment with him through.
If this man and I didn't blossom into anything, let my heart not be singed by disappointment or unhappy with things not taking off.
My future husband was covering me in prayer that way.
He didn't want me to let my guard down or feel discouraged if I wasn't given the luxuries or things I wanted.
My husband was praying for me and I for him.
We were waiting for each other and hopeful but scared. I felt that fear build up in my heart and often scare me into doing things that I didn't want to do but this time around I said I'd give my heart a fair chance. No giving up, no saddling myself with disappointment before it happened. I deserved to lay off myself and give my future husband a fair chance.
