I wait . . .

Today, driving home . . . I missed you. I missed the sound of your voice and the scent of your cologne. I missed the way you look at me when I am being ridiculous. I missed the your hair feels when I run my hands through it. I have missed you my entire life. I think of you often and dream of you daily. The hope of you feels my heart and compels my senses.

And so I wait . . .

I wait until the day that we meet. I wait for the reassuring look in your eyes that tells me you have waited for me as well. I wait for you. My love, my best friend. I wait for the day that we will join our lives as one to serve our God.

The God that has given you to me. The God that loves us both and whom we love first and fore most. The God who is love that enables us to love one another.

And so I wait . . .

I wait with purpose. I wait with patience. I wait with a serving heart. I wait for you . . .