Her Story

Long before I knew her, the story of her was being written. A beautiful one indeed. Filled with joy and sorrow, love and pain and hope to be fulfilled. Her story written in capable hands, and some notes added by some not so. Little did she know that her outline would contain myself to be penned in a date to be determined. And, that is where this chapter picks up. Let us dive in…

I step in (admittedly, not a polished story) and, I decline the inclination to write straight away. I read, study and learn her origin. I find all her integral parts, and I begin to piece her puzzle. I am intrigued in her complexities. I could love her as she is, (and I do) but why settle for her incompleteness? It is not my obligation to make her whole but to aid her in the journey of discovery. The problem that men before me have run into has been trying to elaborate her tale. They failed to understand that it was not for them to tell, but to give an account for her. You see, she is the author and finisher of the faith that provides me with hope to believe in the fullness of Love.