Poured out my best...

I have poured out my best for you. I have given you all that I have, all that I am. I have given you the deepest parts of me, the parts that I held most dear, the parts that were most special. I have given them to you, and in return, I trust, I have to trust, that You will give me Your best. It hurts and it's scary. I don't know what the future holds, I don't know if I'll ever see him again, if I'll ever love like this again, if anyone will ever love me like he does again. I fear that this was my chance, this was my chance at love, at happiness, at being a wife and a mother...BUT You asked that I let him go, that I seek Your face like never before...I just hope You know what You are doing...:) He asked me, "So I have to seek God in order to find you?" I said, "Yes." Hoping that in his seeking God he finds more than me...knowing that there is a chance that he won't find me at all, but he will find something better than he ever dreamed. My prayer for him is that he truly seeks the face of God, that he truly sees God like he has never seen Him before. My prayer is that God completely shakes his world.
I hate being the girl who obeys...I hate the fact that when God asks me to do something, I just do it...yes, I ask questions, and I doubt, but I do it. Because the alternative scares me more. I won't entertain the thought of not obeying...I can't...and I don't know how some people can. There isn't anything that is more important than the obedience of God. I've come too far and I've waited to long to just have my own way, do my own thing...there are too many souls that I have to reach, to many books that I have to write.
Love...I will write a book about love someday. Marriage, I will write a book about marriage someday...what it is supposed to look like, biblically...that I know...so my fear of this being my chance, kind of stupid huh? I know the promises God has given me...I know that He has promised me that my marriage would be so good that it would look like a facade to some, but it would be real. So, this timing thing, this waiting, this broken heart---it will be worth it...atleast that's what I keep telling myself...

Broken hearted,

Andrea