I accidental allowed my heart to open up to love again.
Just a week before I met this man, a dear friend of mine and mentor since I was 11 years old flew into town.
Her and I prayed extensively as we hiked, I had a panic attack, she prayed over me, as we talked and I cried, she prayed again. In her prayers, she asked Dear God to bring love into my life and not just any love, but The Love of my life.
I was openly sarcastic and not without my doubts. I mean, I only just started inviting Dear God back into my life, how in the heck does he plan on getting this stone of a heart to ever open up again?
So far, it opened and it can only be Dear God because I was on my own, hoping I’d transform into a Lesbian rather than ever trust in a man.
Mysterious ways, absolutely. Knows my heart’s desires more than I know my own? Absolutely.