Saturday, March 20, 2004
you know you're dreaming the hours away, when all you can think of is the wedding you've just attended. all you really think of are songs for the perfect wedding. and the next thing you know you're checking out all the lyrics of nat king cole.
The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem
To me that's everything
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love
and you're thinking about your own future with that special someone. and you are afraid, anxious yet eager and longing. the tv is beginning to bore you. you think back last night as you walked home, the street light was blown. a patch of the long road home was covered in darkness and for the longest time since you can remember, as you looked up at the sky, the brightness of stars, blazing a trail through your meandering thoughts. i know it's soooo romantic and a little naive. to think suddenly that there is a destiny to be fulfilled. just as abraham looked to the stars and wondered, half amazed and half stunned by God's promises.
after the wedding today, i thought about wat my life will be very soon with my other half. we've been through so many things together. when the fire was the hottest, and we were falling apart, something still held us together. i often thought it was his love that is so much greater than mine. i would wonder how i could continue with this relationship after every trial. what will happen after this? and i will stare blankly at the thought of the future.
But i think we're nearly at the end of the burnings. perhaps there's just one or a few more left. Yet i'm filled with a confidence and an assurance that whatever the outcome, i will possess something that is eternal in my hands. yes, the romantic is speaking again. but then i remember the stars on my way home, and i remember that as I am looking at God, He's looking back at me too. Never forgotten, never out of sight.
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