I met her, one Saturday. I didn’t have much planned and I wasn’t expecting much out of that day, except the fact that I was going to teach someone how to play the guitar. I had no problem with that because i love to share what i know. So when the lesson began, I kept wondering if she was listening to me, but she did keep looking at me, so i guess she was, hehe, so I kept going.. And I had fun teaching her because i also learned something out that lesson. ^^ so then on, a few days later maybe a week or two, my friend told me to fetch her.. So I said ok, why not.. That was the second time we saw each other. She wore violet that day, and somehow, that told me that was her favorite color. And I was right. hehe man I’m good. Joke. hehe she became a part of the KMG or our church and family. She's still learning a lot about the family, especially about our Father.
And everyday, she finds something new to herself. At one point she found love, because the Perfect kind of love found her. And personally, I felt this kind of love. The kind of feeling that you just can’t explain cause of the overwhelming feeling. The kind of feeling where your so happy and you just want to praise God. Where you want to dance and sing.
And now, me and her are together. And I do thank God for her, I do love her, and I intend to keep it that way always. She does remind me that love isn’t based on feeling, nor is it made up of feelings and that’s the kind of love we want to share.
I can’t possibly write an ending to this story, because I still leave it to God to finish it. hehe thnx for the view anyway. =)
Now this blog may seem like an expression of feelings or something, its actually something I learned from.
People do forget the value of prayers. Sometimes we forget that God is always listening but we complain that He's not listening or he's somewhere else ignoring us. We do thank Him for our answered prayers, but do we thank Him for listening? or even thank Him for giving us what we need instead of what we want. Its just an incredible honor, knowing that God, our God, listens to flawed, such small people. No doubt, prayer is powerful.
