I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Like, whether or not I know you. If I do know you, I'm already sorry for my obnoxious laugh and my far from subtle obsession with Africa. If I don't know you, you really don't know what you're getting yourself into.
Thank you for accepting my flaws. Thank you for letting me worship Jesus whenever I want. Thank you for your encouragement. Thank you for making me a better person and for letting me help you, too. You might be thinking, "How does this girl know that's how I am already?" It's because that, in my mind, is a true man of God. I don't want a christian, I want a straight up man after God's own heart. That's what you are. I can feel it.
I pray for you every day. I pray for your day and the people that you're encountering. I usually just pray that you aren't going through whatever crap I'm dealing with that day. I pray for your long, happy life. With me. Holllla.
God has such wonderful things in store for you... and I'm not just talking about me (holllla again). We're going to live such a wonderful, God-centered life. The thought of that just excites me so much. The thought that you're out there, living your life, boggles my mind. The thought that I was made for you and you were made for me is such trippy thing to me. But, although I'm only 17, I know you're somewhere and I'm perfectly content with you making your appearance whenever God tells you to.
Until that day, though, I just want you to know you don't have to worry about me cheating on you anymore than I might have already. I will wait for you. Because I was created for you, and vice versa. I think I finally understand the true meaning of purity and how important it is in a successful marriage. I've seen countless divorces in my family, most of which started in impurity. That won't happen to us. Trust me. I'm a doctor.
I mean, not really, but maybe one day. I AM only 17, you know.
Please exclude my excessive tweets, my tendency to tell you my favorite baby names, and how happy I get whenever I get an ICEE in my possession. And I'll be sure to excuse you leaving your dirty socks around the house... Okay, probably not. We'll compromise somewhere though.
Can't wait to meet you, boo thang.
Love,
Jessie __________ (insert your last name here)
Cool post! Seriously. Holla!! :-) (found your blog searching for an image of "if I perish, I perish for a Bible class I am teaching on Esther this morning), what is your twitter name?
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