I don’t know your name yet. Or maybe I do, and I’m still unaware of it. But I’m waiting for you.<\/p>\n
You, my friend.<\/p>\n
It’s been a long time of just circling, waiting, sometimes (mostly) less than patiently, for you to arrive. My next real friend. I had to move, you see, to set\u00a0my family up for\u00a0a new, bigger dream. But it meant leaving people behind. And while they still love me, I know they do, things changed.<\/p>\n
And I’m lonely. I’ve been lonely for a long, long time. And I’m tired. Of wishing someone would call and ask how I am. \u00a0Of having no one to tell stuff that I’m thinking about. Of crying alone. Of\u00a0missing out on the laughter inside me that I need someone else to help draw out of me.<\/p>\n
See, you’ll find out soon enough that I’m too serious. I take every too seriously. And I’m funny. I really am. But I hide it. And hide behind it. So I’m waiting for someone who\u00a0won’t be\u00a0afraid of my intensity and my brash humor. And I’m waiting for someone to discover that I don’t do lots of people. I do just a few, really well.<\/p>\n
But I’m lonely. I have no one, really, right now who’s in the “few, but deep” category. Eric is great. I wouldn’t have survived without him. But he’s not all there is. I know this. And so I’m waiting. For you.<\/p>\n
I don’t know your name, but I hope God crosses our paths soon. I hope you see past my tendency to hide behind doing and see how much I need someone to BE with again.\u00a0I hope you hear God nudge you towards me, or when He nudges me towards you, and you answer.<\/p>\n
Because today,\u00a0I need a friend. And I can’t wait to meet you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I don’t know your name yet. Or maybe I do, and I’m still unaware of it. But I’m waiting for you. You, my friend. It’s been a long time of just circling, waiting, sometimes (mostly) less than patiently, for you … Continue reading