Honey, I prayed for you. I still pray for you, my dear. Day and night. I started praying for you before I even knew you. At first, I was not aware that it was you I was praying for. I was just praying for a husband. For the man I would like to marry someday.
My prayers started off as conversations with God telling Him, if I were to get married, what kind of husband I would like to be with and the kind of family I want to have. And of course, God being God, He always comes through. He even comes through with the things I didn’t know I needed. He also comes through for the things I jokingly say to Him in passing. Things I don’t think he would take seriously, but actually does. I guess He really knows what would make me happy.
When I got to know about your existence, I really thought you were the answer to my prayers, (funny though how that has been the case with every guy I’ve been interested in, but time and circumstances deemed it to be otherwise – who knows what time and circumstances will say about you too?)
I still pray for my ‘one‘: I continue to pray. I continue to pray for my future husband. In the beginning I had no name or face as reference, just an ideal picture of what I desire from my heart. Now, my prayers have your name in them and your face and I’m hoping that this time my prayers will be fulfilled. I want you to be the right one that God gives me as the answer to my prayers. I want you to be it. May you please be it? Please be it. I’ve been praying for so long that my faith is now hanging by a thread.
– Miri 💞❤️💖💗💓💕
“Hope is a waking dream.”