I met a boy in high school who was everything I could dream of; he was selfless, kind, giving, prayerful, honest, soft... He was the quiet humble type who kept to himself. He never spoke ill of anyone and was always the bringer of peace in any situation. He was a great listener and so funny in his own little ways. I was in love and I was going to marry him. It only made sense.
We hit some bumpy seas and things started to fall apart. We broke it off the summer before college but were back together again the following January but our situation turned...dark. Thinks we were doing were not in line with the teachings of the church, nor were they situations that made me feel good about myself. I hated it...but I loved him. So I stayed. I was going to change us both and this was going to be a happily ever after!
One night I knelt down to pray for guidance and strength. It had been so long since I had prayed that it was hard to even begin. Time started to pass by in chunks of 5 minutes at a time...10 minutes had passed... 15....25... After an unmeasured amount of time I took a deep breathe and pushed the words from my chest, "Father in Heaven, is this the man I am to marry?" It was not my intent to ask this question. It wasn't even on my mind. But never the less He whispered my answer.
I tried to continue on my way as though nothing had ever happened. It just means not now, that is all. I had just become really great friends with a girl from the last play I stage crewed for. She was so much fun and was quite the bird of fun. We went to all-nighters, movie parties, sleep overs, all that exciting stuff you can only ever do when you live away from home. One day I went to her ward with her, (let's call her Birdy) and felt the Spirit for the first time in a very long time. The Sunday School lesson was the very thing I needed to open my heart and mind so that I could see the truth. So that I could see what I needed to do for myself. I ended our troubling relationship.
Though I knew it was best I still loved him. My heart broke knowing he was in pain and I started falling into an abyss of sorrow. It was there, on the edge of doubt and regret, that a hand reached out and grabbed me. With his soft voice he sang my hymns of comfort. With his soft touch he wiped away my tears. With his soft step he danced his way into my heart. I found my Charming. He had been there for months and I hadn't even realized it.
We hit some bumpy seas and things started to fall apart. We broke it off the summer before college but were back together again the following January but our situation turned...dark. Thinks we were doing were not in line with the teachings of the church, nor were they situations that made me feel good about myself. I hated it...but I loved him. So I stayed. I was going to change us both and this was going to be a happily ever after!
One night I knelt down to pray for guidance and strength. It had been so long since I had prayed that it was hard to even begin. Time started to pass by in chunks of 5 minutes at a time...10 minutes had passed... 15....25... After an unmeasured amount of time I took a deep breathe and pushed the words from my chest, "Father in Heaven, is this the man I am to marry?" It was not my intent to ask this question. It wasn't even on my mind. But never the less He whispered my answer.
I tried to continue on my way as though nothing had ever happened. It just means not now, that is all. I had just become really great friends with a girl from the last play I stage crewed for. She was so much fun and was quite the bird of fun. We went to all-nighters, movie parties, sleep overs, all that exciting stuff you can only ever do when you live away from home. One day I went to her ward with her, (let's call her Birdy) and felt the Spirit for the first time in a very long time. The Sunday School lesson was the very thing I needed to open my heart and mind so that I could see the truth. So that I could see what I needed to do for myself. I ended our troubling relationship.
Though I knew it was best I still loved him. My heart broke knowing he was in pain and I started falling into an abyss of sorrow. It was there, on the edge of doubt and regret, that a hand reached out and grabbed me. With his soft voice he sang my hymns of comfort. With his soft touch he wiped away my tears. With his soft step he danced his way into my heart. I found my Charming. He had been there for months and I hadn't even realized it.
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