Dear you,

I’ve done you a great disservice.

I kind of gave up on you, for a little while, I’ll admit that.

You know things go so well for a while, or in my case for three years, and you just think things are figured out. Really, I was naive to think I had it figured out, but I did.

I was going to marry him, I told myself and that’s what he told me. And once those words were said, for the first time, that’s when it stopped.

I stopped praying for you.

I’m ashamed to even be writing this. I am overly guilty for it, though. I thought God had already shown him to me — we would live happily ever after. Well, that “happily ever after” ended about two and a half months ago. And I can say, peacefully, I’m glad it did. We’ve both moved on, he’s dating a very nice girl (who ultimately makes him happy), I’m happy where I am — without the past two and a half months I would not be in this growing season in my life. I am learning to rely on God more and more. (And scoping out coffee shops has been fun, too!) 

I’d like to say I’m sorry. This came to my attention after a conversation with a dear friend this past weekend, that I did stop praying. She simply said, Meg you cannot give up. Keep praying because he is out there. If it’s God’s will that you be with the man of your dreams then it will happen. You cannot take control of your life, for your own timing.

Shoot, I really needed to hear this. I needed to be reminded that I don’t know the plans that will unfold for my life, I need to have faith that that guy (you) is out there.

So, I’d like to say that you are back on my mind. You are daily consuming my prayers and that I have faith that God is doing some great things in your life. In His timing, we’ll meet. 

With love,

Meg