Could it be that even at this very moment, someone is praying for me who will someday join forces and do life with me? Could it be that like me, she’s prayed all along that I might become the man who is meant for her? Is it even possible that I am becoming the answer to someone’s prayer? Is that someone becoming the answer to mine? Is this too far-fetched, over-the-top, and silly? Is this too unrealistic, overly-romantic and impractical or is that exactly what childlike faith requires?

If impracticality and miracles are God’s specialty, perhaps my childlike hope isn’t stupid but the most noble thing I possess. 

I hope I’m on my way to becoming the man who is meant for her and she is becoming the woman meant for me. I long for the day where our triune relationship with each other and God go forward in a life that’s conjoined. I long for the days our prayers become one and are shared and said together, when we embrace the adventure and challenge of a family. I long for a lifetime that transforms a bleak Albany parking lot on March 6, 2016 into a holy, sacred ground. Where I can look back at the lowest moment in my life and see the solid foundation for which all was rebuilt.

I want to live in such a way that is honorable and worthy of her, that doesn’t settle, that holds fast to childlike hope, faithfulness and impracticality.

disciple | impractical daydreamer | creative writer | photographer

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