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Future Self {Part 4}

We sat down on the plush sofa, both with large grins on our faces. "Where would you like me to begin?" She asks with correct assumption. I told her anywhere that baffles me.... She smiled and began talking about the rest of her/our/their story. She didn't go into too many particulars of where they met, but I knew that the story was far too grand for me to even really care about that. I now knew that all my waiting had been worth it. All my tears, and crying out to God had been worth it. It hadn't been orchestrated by my doing, but in time, everything came along accordingly. She said that he had finally pursued her when he got the go ahead from God. Although it appeared he wasn't interested in her, he said that he had to hold back so much so as to not jump the gun. He was afraid of many things, and then was reassured that those things needed prayer and that she was it for him. He had noticed that the time that she kept going about her business was when he starte

Future Self {Part 3}

This time future self has invited me to her house. "Oiy vey!" I say, I'll finally get to see what my design style is and its only taken me 10 years to have one. I feel it will almost be enviable because of the sheer fact that I will have been more financially stable to buy the things I want to go in the type of house I want. I pull up to the curb in my still ever reliable Darcy. He's still trucking along, still having some minor car issues, but not enough to keep the mileage from trucking along. He should probably be put to sleep soon, and thankfully that thought is reassured by the presence of a car sitting in the driveway. Its not a fancy car, pretty practical, but something I've always liked. I assumed the economy isn't doing too drastically bad, otherwise I never would have gotten one. Its an SUV, its smaller than most of the gas guzzlers that are still present on the road, but I'm sure future self is still mindful of the ridiculousness that mammoth

Future Self {Part 2}

I did a test last year, wondering what it'd be like talking to my future self. What would she be up to, what would her life look like. I decided I wanted to continue it, and for hypothetical reasons, I wanted to make a great story, but also wanted to write it in the way that would be true to looking past my ideal lifestyle and being happy with being content in His ideal for me. Future self and I left off in a coffee shop, she hadn't asked me any questions about relationships, but I willingly offered up the information because that's what was on my heart the most. She sipped on her tea and explained things to me in a logical way about how not to stress out about certain life instances. I tried not to retalliate with myself knowing that it was going to be a constant losing battle. She was right, and deep down I knew I'd be stressing myself out trying to figure out things before anything happened. Why did she/I have to be right! I hated admitting to this. I hated seeing

Heart Pangs

God gave you a Heart Your Heart pangs over another Another lost life Another life born Another Heart stolen Another Heart betrothed Your Heart incessantly pangs You worry more for it stopping over aching, than it stopping over disease My Heart pangs for what isn't mine My arms long to hold the thing that's right in front of me My arms retract with the thought of offensiveness My eyes become my Hearts brain Considering that what is on the outside may affect the Heart of the matter The truth in love is challenged when the brain questions its validity I just suffered a Heart attack

Been a Long Time

You doves out there might be wondering what the infamous single girl did on New Years......... {She didn't get a NYE Kiss} Kissing is for Hershey's! This unbelievably fantastic single girl had one of the best nights spent with friends + 80 other people. She danced in a house where the floor shook because so many people were dancing. She hugged her friends endlessly because the amount of love she was experiencing in bringing in the new year with them. She danced against a wall by swaying like she was at a high school dance waiting for the cute boy to ask her to slow dance. She took pictures, laughed, giggled, admired, and loved. She even wished for the unexpected and shyly blushed at the unexpected. She resorted to a preteen mentality when the guy she had a crush on entered the room. She chatted to her friends and her excitement was all over her face when he said her name. That my friends is how my New Year's Eve transpired. I prayed to see God's hand in my life even m