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The Message

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April 20, 2023 I received a Facebook friend request from someone I haven’t seen in over 20 years. 


April 21, 2023 I received a message from him via Facebook messenger. It literally took my breath away. I sat down to read it over and over again. Just the kind words he wrote touched my heart. 


I responded with my number and he called almost immediately. We briefly chatted but reconnected that evening for a conversation that lasted until 3 AM. 


April 22, 2023 was our first dinner date. As he said, very casual, nothing fancy. 


In the weeks to come as we were learning one another, I realized that our circumstances may have been different but our pain was the same. I saw so much of myself in him. 


Our connection was strong although we were very different… almost complete opposites. Ones weaknesses were the others strengths. 


Our life together is not and will never be perfect, but we are perfect for each other. We Understand our past mistakes and failures, what is and isn’t worth fighting over and in the end, we will always choose one another.


Today marks 9 months since I received his message. We are still going strong and have decided to share our lives together.


I’m giving God all the glory for me to be still and wait on Him. His timing is always perfect.


Psalm 130:5 (ISV)

I wait for the LORD; my soul waits, and I will hope in his word.

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