Saturday, November 15, 2014

The Boy

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”
~Maya Angelou

I'll never forget the night I met him.

I had been divorced for almost 6 months and I had just walked away from a failed attempt at a "rebound" relationship. 

My heart was so tired. 

I had officially given up.

We had taken one of my very best friends out for her birthday and as usual dinner turned into dancing as it always does with her. 

So, we took her dancing, because it was her birthday and that's what all amazing friends do. I was the driver a.k.a the babysitter, so I found a table, situated myself with all their purses and drinks, and I began to watch them dance. 

It was a good night.

A good night for forgetting.

A good night for allowing yourself to be carried away by the loud thump of the music and the healing that comes from a much needed girls night with your very best friends. 

He was totally unexpected.


The next thing I knew he was sitting next to me trying to have a conversation with me over the extremely loud music. I smiled. I nodded. I barely caught his name and filed it in the back of my mind as just another guy in another bar. I looked toward the dance floor. 

Wasn't my friend ready to leave yet?

I turned back to him trying to hear him. He laid his phone on the table in front of us.

He was asking me for my number. 

I don't know what it was that told me to do it or where my extremely jaded heart managed to find that spark of hope, but I reached down and typed it in his phone.

Suddenly the girls were ready. I was being shuffled out the door. 

As we walked to my car, they teased me. I laughed and said, "Yeah, right. I bet he never calls."

And then we heard him running up behind me and calling for me. I stopped and turned around-wondering what in the world he could possibly want.

He smiled, "I didn't get the last digit of your number."

And my life has never been the same. 


The thing about hope is that it begs you to believe even when your faith is worn thin. 

Hope takes your tear stained face in its hands and says, "Hold on. It's coming." 

Hope reminds you that there is still good in this world, even when everything around you seems so dark. 

It's a beautiful flame.

A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. 

It's the seams that hold your broken heart together.

That's what he has become to me. 

He represents my hope. 

He is everything I never knew I needed, but now I can't imagine ever living without. 

He is the spark. 

The reminder of what it is to never give up.

Even when you are so worn out and tired from the journey, you can't give up.

Because what's waiting for you around the next corner, is the reason for it all-for every heartache, tear, and bruise to your soul.

A love with no end. 

A love that looks at you in the most dark and broken place of your entire existence, and says, "None of that matters."

None of it.

A love that chooses you. 

Just you.

Every. single. day. 

A love that has grown from the ashes of a condemned life. 

A love that is full of grace.

Beautiful, undeserving grace. 


Yes, I am blessed. 

Blessed beyond measure. 

And my heart has never been so full. 

I am thankful for him for all of those reasons, and so many more. 

I am thankful for mornings-for every single day that I wake up and he is still here loving me with a love I cannot possibly deserve. 

I am thankful for the way he loves my daughter. The way he has just quietly come along side us and fit perfectly into our lives. 

I am thankful for the way he loves me in front of my daughter-for the amazing example he is to her of what she should someday wait for in a man. 

I am thankful for the way he has become my partner and my very best friend. He is everything my heart could possibly need and so much more. 

I am thankful for his heart that not only beats for me, but for others. I have a tremendous amount of respect for him and the way he loves people, especially his family. He is good. SO good. And he gives without ever expecting anything in return. He is the most loyal friend you could ever hope to have and I am thankful to call him mine. 


A year ago today, I wrote the post, The Boy I'm Waiting For

It seems fitting to let you know that I've found him. 

As I read through this list that was made months before I ever met him, I have to smile because it was like my heart already knew him. The Lord was preparing me for this boy who would come into my life so unexpectedly and would be everything I ever wanted on that list and so much more. 

All it took was a little hope, a little faith, and a best friend who always wants to go dancing. 

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