Although I married well, I sometimes ponder the imperfection of the married state.
My heart yearns to be known.
My soul, sought out.
My hand, clasped gently and guided down from a rocky plain.
But so often, I get real life instead.
Like getting lost on the way to an old friend's house & fighting & screaming & visiting with a knot in my throat.
Someday my Prince will come.
Like staring at my house "to-do" list with a vengeance, forgetting I married my best friend because I loved him -- not because I needed someone to spackle my walls.
Someday my Prince will come
Real Life: Walking out the vows of Matrimony with the confidence God is dispensing graces to save souls, namely mine and my husband's , through its very state.
Someday my Prince will come
And while I deeply love my Pete and am certain of his love for me, Pete is not my Prince.
Someday my Prince will come
No, the longings of my heart will only be filled completely on that Distant Shore when I'll walk hand in hand with the Prince who chose thorns for a crown. The One who forsook Heaven to find me.
Someday my Prince will come
On That Day, I'll be wholly found. Till then, I'll love the companion God gave me -- thankful for his warmth, his often princely ways and, most of all, for the patience he offers this dreadfully imperfect princess.
Someday my Prince will come
2 comments:
Stop doing this!
Your posts keep pricking me.
"Like staring at my house "to-do" list with a vengeance, forgetting I married my best friend because I loved him -- not because I needed someone to spackle my walls."
Amen!
This post really spoke to me today. I have been thinking lately how the romance is over and I am craving that passion again. This post in combination with the amazing Pre-Cana class my fiance and I attended yesterday has helped me to understand all the blessings and grace that are yet to come. Thank you, thank you!
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