She holds the key to my heart, though the door is already open...
She's all that I've ever prayed for, humbly asked the Father to bless me with and more...
The mere thought of her illuminates my mind, my heart, and sends joy throughout my soul...
When my eyes behold her, it seems as if I've beheld an angel... For even my heart smiles when she's near. I anticipate hearing her voice, & when we're unable to talk I replay our former conversations in my head, again & again... She's first my sister-in-Christ, and I know her heart for it's God who's hands it's in... I see her & I feel "giddy," like a child that still believes in Santa, and it's Christmas morning, anticipating opening presents... She's my gift from Above... She's my blessing, my motivator, my supporter, my help meet, she's my best friend... We talk, we laugh, we cry together... We argue, we fuss... We separate, we pray, then we kiss & make up...
This a love that most have never seen... She sees & treats me as her King. Yet I am her servant, for she's my queen... It seems as if we hug & I'm embracing the clouds for she's so soft to me... I've indeed been blessed by finding my "good thing." We refrain from being more than friends... For we're still being refined, tried in the fire, so that His gold we may be... We yearn being blessed to be a blessing, so that the world may see, that is God who gets the glory, and surrendered is how we'll be... We let our light shine before men & women alike, we hide not our faults, flaws nor falls. We declare God's grace & mercy, for He delivers us out of them all... It's indeed a blessing, and there's nothing more that I could request from the Father, for she's more than enough. I'm overjoyed with this woman... Then I wake up.
I'm Diligently Waiting With Patient Expectation... *FAITH*
First & foremost, her heart belongs to God. She understands that as husband & wife, we must submit to one another, and that being submissive does not mean being controlled. She places God before us, for it He that we must seek first in all things. She's beautiful, intelligent, blessed with Heavenly wisdom. She's humble, yet confident, bold, yet harmless, she's more than any man could handle, yet just enough that my heart and not my hands be made full. She encompasses my every thought, sweet as can be, yet possesses that feistiness that puts me & check, keeps me on my toes, but not walking on eggshells, pins & needles. I love her, for she's my blessing, my gift, my "good thing." We're being prepared for one another, yet she's near...
We stand face to face on the day we wed, and I'm excited, yet as nervous as I could be... She stands before me, we exchange vows and her angelic voice brings tears to my eyes... No, I'm not ashamed, not trying to hide it, for I'm a man... A man in love with his blessing, his helpmeet... We've been here before, in my dreams, yet I've never beheld her face, for her veil secludes her beauty. Her headdress sparkles beneath the lights, beautifully adorned with pearls, for the queen that she is. I've seen her hands, yet not her face. I'll know them, and their soft, gentle touch, as they rest in mine own...
She loves me enough to pray for me, and more importantly with me when trials come... Should I fall, she doesn't allow me to stay down, wallowing in the mess I may have gotten myself into... When I'm disobedient, she gently restores & corrects me... She voluntarily separates herself from me, that God I may regain my focus in KEEPING God first... She's full of the Holy Spirit... She prays in the Holy Spirit... She attends unto the voice of the Lord, and follows His command without question, to be obedient to His will. She exercises the Word of God, and truly yearns to grow in Him, applying the Word to both our lives and our friendship, prior to it becoming a relationship with one another. In times of restoration, she lives the scripture, "Do not deprive one another except with consent for a time, that you may give yourselves to fasting and prayer; and come together again so that Satan does not tempt you because of your lack of self-control." - 1 Cor. 7:5 (NKJV)... She knows, discerns, understands, and has experienced what it means to be delivered, to truly be saved by grace... She loves.
"...but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him. And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man." - Gen. 2:20b-22
I am her Adam, and she is my Eve... my Ruth, and I am her Boaz. I am her Abraham, and she is my Sarah... She's my Mary, and I am her Joseph. She is flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, my help meet, my gift from God... He's preparing us both, for His purpose, and for one another.... Therefore, I'm patiently anticipating the blessing that is my "good thing, to love her as Christ loves the church."
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