A Love Letter to God to My Love

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Dear Heavenly Father . . .

Are You listening? I have a message for my love. Let him know that I am praying for him every single moment he crosses my mind. Let him know that I think about him all the time. That I pray for his strength each time he steps out into the world and that he has the wisdom to overcome the trials he faces daily.

I want my love to know there is a genuine woman who cares deeply for him more than any other woman he has ever been with. This woman promises to adore him for as long as we will have each other.

Are You listening? I want him to know that I know he has been hurt by another before. Maybe more than once in his distant past. I know this because I’ve been hurt, too. Like him, I know what it feels like to entrust your heart to someone who is undeserving. But relay to him that while I’ve been hurt too, it has helped me to keep my heart for him and him alone. No one else can have it.

I know You ask me to be patient. I still can’t wait till the very day we shall cross paths. Oh, what a fateful day that will be! I trust in Your timing. To think of how You formed me with Your hands when You created me, You formed him as well. I’m not speaking of a soul mate. You know I don’t believe in that. This is deeper than that. This is a spiritual connection. You took me from his rib, this I know, and You breathed life into the both of us. Separated to be inseparable, I suppose. Does that make sense? You know what I mean because You know me more than I know myself. There is so much to discover in this earthly life, sure. But the journey will lead him and me back to each other. All the tests, the triumphs, all the past failures of our previous relationships, the mistakes we’ve made . . . all the things we experience that shape us into who we are as individuals have and will help us both to prepare for one another. We were separated at the heavenly birth. One day we will be brought together again.

Heavenly Father, take these words to my love. I cry tears of joy to know that he is doing okay and that You keep him protected. The day will come soon when I will be able to embrace him, hold him in my arms, and kiss him endlessly for what will seem like an eternity. The day will come when he will return home after having confronted a challenging day and my breasts will satisfy him when he lays to rest his head upon them. The words I speak shall be like his favorite comforting thing. (Someday, I will know what thing comforts him.)

Until then, tell him that I love him. I am in love with him. With Your help, I will do my best to prepare well for him–to be his helpmeet. Kiss him for me. Envelop him with a hug disguised as a cool breeze. (You know how much I love Your gentle breezes.)

And lastly, remind him of my words the next time he is tempted to give up on love. May he never lose hope . . . and may he never lose me.

Your Daughter,
His lover,

Kirsten

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To you, the reader, if you’re wondering if I really did tell God this, I did; just as you see it, word for word, directly from my journal. This is not just a post. I hope you’re reading this. I encourage you to earnestly pray for your loved ones. Friends, relatives, spouse, girlfriend, or boyfriend. Think of prayer as medicine to the spirit and soul, exercise to the body. May you never give up on love if that is what your heart so desires.

*k*

This Is Why You’re Single: “I Can’t Date Someone Outside My Culture – They Won’t Understand Me!”

It seems now more than ever people are becoming more acceptable to the idea of dating outside of their race. Personally, I think dating someone who doesn’t share the same racial background can be exciting whilst learning about each other’s differences–it positions you to discover something new about that person’s culture. I’ve found, though, that while cultural differences do exist, several commonalities are often present.

There is absolutely nothing wrong about wanting to only date someone from the same race just as there is nothing wrong with wanting to date outside of one’s race; people like what they like. But for the skeptic who can’t score a date because they are still waiting for the that special someone who shares the same culture, I challenge you to reconsider your preferences.

Check out this post from one of my favorite bloggers.

*k*

You know that strange sixth sense you get when you can feel all the eyes in a room watching you? Like a giant spider peering into your soul, the room grows silent and all you can hear are a thousand eyeballs moving as you think to yourself, “goddamn, what the HELL are you all looking at?!” I knew I was the only Filipino in that Vietnamese restaurant, but damn, did I look that out of place? Then I realized something: they weren’t looking at me – they were looking at my girlfriend…

My Black girlfriend.

But I’ll get back to that story in just a minute…

One of the laziest excuses I hear from people uninterested in interracial relationships is their need to satisfy their culture. “How can I date a non-Indian man? What about my culture? How will he like my food?” “But, I’m a Black…

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Music Monday: (Love) It’s About Time

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It’s another Music Monday post, and you know what that means: it’s the first Monday of another month. (March came so fast!)

Surprisingly, I’ve yet to include a jazz song as part of my assorted Music Monday compilation. Somewhere in between listening to electronic dance, foreign pop, and contemporary christian music, I often listen to different styles of jazz by jazz singers, old and new. (It’s the genre I prefer next to chillout.)

There isn’t much I want to say about this inspiring love song performed by English jazz-pop singer, Jamie Cullum. I won’t even mention how or when I came across this breezy melody. The disappointing downside to this post? I can’t find the video of the audio anywhere like I was able to once before. All I get in return of the search are uploaded covers by people who are not Jamie Cullum. But I think for this exceptional case, posting the lyrics will do perfectly fine.

It’s About Time by Jamie Cullum

Walking down to the water’s edge
Where I have been before
If I don’t find my love sometime
I’m walking out that door

Some may come and some may go
But no one seems to be
The person I’ve been searching for
The one who’s meant for me

Biding my time, trying to find a heart that’s lonely
Looking for her, my love my one and only
Maybe I’ll dream tonight about the girl who’ll be coming my way
So I’ll take this chance and celebrate the day

When I’m making my way through an open door
I’ve got some love and so much more
And I’m ready to make someone mine
Making my way through an open door
I’ve got some love and so much more
And I’ll find her ’cause it’s about time

You try too hard and it feels just like
You’re running on thin air
Why does luck happen by surprise
If you don’t really care

The past is gone the flames are out
From fires that have burned
New ideals and different thoughts
From lessons I have learned

Biding my time, trying to find a heart that’s lonely
Looking for her, my love my one and only
Maybe I’ll dream, tonight about the girl who’ll be coming my way
So I’ll take this chance and celebrate the day

When I’m making my way through an open door
I’ve got some love and so much more
And I’m ready to make someone mine
Making my way through an open door
I’ve got some love and so much more
And I’ll find her ’cause it’s about time

Got the feeling this could take a pretty long while
To find that smile
Put my faith in another piece of good advice
Well I tried that twice
Waiting for a little something more
To inspire, take me higher

And I’m ready to make someone mine
Making my way through an open door
I’ve got some love and so much more
And I’ll find her ’cause it’s about time
It’s about time

(Source: from the album Twentysomething)

photo credits: axs.com

Crush Groovin’: I Got The Zsa Zsa Zsu!

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Remember that initial fluttery feeling you get when you first realize that you really like someone new? It’s the stuff magic is made of. You know: glitter, butterflies, bunnies, kittens, rainbows, unicorns. You want to hold on to that magic for as long as you can. Well . . . .

I think I have a crush. No, strike that. I DO have a crush. And (surprisingly) he makes me feel that way–all fluttery and what not. If you’re past the age of 30, though, isn’t calling it a crush kind of silly? I don’t know about you, but it is a bit too juvenile for my taste. However, I do like the word smitten; very fond of that word. So let me rephrase it.

Mash me up good ’cause I am very smitten with a guy! He shall remain anonymous and a mystery to friends. So much of a mystery, if he’s reading this, he may not immediately realize that this post is about him until the very end. Or maybe he does know. Because I believe that he is smitten with me, too. Strike that. I DO know that he is smitten with me.

In the time that I have gotten to know him, he has become an exceptional, supportive figure in my life. There is some commonality between us. We text AND call each other throughout the day (a huge plus for two people who don’t enjoy talking on the phone at all but genuinely enjoy talking to each other). We have both opened up to one another about past hurts (another plus for two people who are extremely guarded). Yes, we’ve had our share of disagreements. He has been there to hear me complain and vent about not-so-great guys, even. And goodness, does he know how to keep me laughing even when he’s not trying to! He even thinks that I’m hilarious. Any guy that thinks I am hilarious gets plenty of star stickers in my book.

But that’s where the story ends as we are not able to close the gap to make it official. (Such is life!) We have become really good friends and it is refreshing for me–someone who hasn’t been so lucky with men recently. Even though we are unable to close the gap for reasons only known to us, I pray that we can remain friends for all eternity. Because I know that if I ever lose myself at any point in life, I can count on him to remember who I am and to dig me out from under and he can count on me to do just the same. (To you, there’s your clue. 😉 )

*k*

This doesn't depict our situation. I just wanted to add this 'cause I think it's funny.

This doesn’t depict our situation. I just wanted to add this ’cause I think it’s funny.