Dear Future Husband

In the quiet expanse of my heart, your echo has danced since my early twenties. It’s air, filled with a promise you have yet to whisper, but one whose tune my soul seems to have known forever. Silently but resolutely, I have waited for you, keeping myself as unto the Lord.

I am now forty-four, and these years have not been idle ones. They’ve been a transcendent narrative; weaving together moments of solitude, self-discovery, and unwavering faith in God’s meticulous orchestration. My life has been pledged to the Almighty: my body, my spirit, a living sacrifice to His divine work. Similar to Abraham’s offering Isaac on the altar, it takes significant faith to surrender matters of the heart to God, but it is faith I willingly vest.

Perfection, my love, is a mirage. Like an artist’s brush on a vast canvas, our imperfections will add depth and realism to our shared journey’s painting. I harbor no illusions of a faultless mate, for I am aware of my own shortcomings. What I hope for, fervently, is that you cherish an intimate relationship with the Lord, much as I do, and that your life is also a testament to His endless grace.

Whenever I have knelt in prayer, beseeching the heavens for your presence, I’ve felt a comforting ripple in my spirit. It’s a sensation I’ve never physically experienced but spiritually have come to know well. A hankering for your touch, a longing for your affection, a foretaste of the love that awaits in the protective circle of your arms. I can feel the ethereal imprint of your love – how you would hold me, how you would care for me, and how we would honor God in the sacred act of becoming one.

Yet, here I remain waiting. Waiting for God’s perfect timing. Faith argues that patience bears sweet fruit, but dear, I confess my longing for you. I yearn to hear your footsteps approaching, the spark in your eyes meeting mine, and our spirits merging in an instant of divine joy. My heart pounds at the thought of your arrival this very moment, the next hour, the next week. I pray the clock does not cruelly spin years before we align in destiny.

When we meet, it will be a testament to God’s perfect design. I pray that we will honor His guidance, mirroring His purity until the sanctity of marriage blesses our union. This journey we will embark on will be one cloaked in humility and graced by God’s favor. I hope it will inspire others who are awaiting their divine partners; fuelling their patience and restoring their faith in the promises of God’s perfect timing.

Ultimately, our matrimony will not merely signify two souls bound in love but evolve into a mission, a purpose lived out together. It is my ardent prayer that we become one not only in vows, but in spirit, in purpose, and in service to the Lord. Our fidelity to one another and to God’s word will imbue our journey with heavenly blessings.

In this constellation of longing, prayer, and anticipation, may we be a match ordained in the heaven. A testament to faith’s resilience and God’s perfect timing. May our love story glorify His name and inspire those around us.

From my heart to yours, before our paths have yet to cross,