I’ve been wondering
As girls do
And I suppose boys too
But I’ve been wondering
where
and who
and how is
you know…
the one that is my ‘to have and to hold’
I used to write a note to him
Whenever I thought of him
This stranger
or unknowingly already a friend?
But now
I just talk to God about him
I praise God for whoever he is
How he loves God
and how God loves him
I like to ask God:
Let him know I love him today
Let him know You love him too
Tell him You are for him
Tell him I am for him too
Would You give him a little note
telling him we’re thinking about him?
Because I feel like I am playing hide and seek
And me my Father are on a team
On our way to find this man
While he is on his way to find me
It is not a hurried game
And I am not hiding
It is not a hunt
We are joyful, and laughing
Me and my Father
Taking our time
Even forgetting about the game
Getting lost in each other instead
And God gave me the sweetest image
Of himself, walking with me
Walking me to whoever this other man may be
Slowly. Tenderly.
As a father walks his daughter down the wedding aisle
Ceremonially slow.
At a speed you would never walk in life normally.
A sacred speed.
Savoring the steps.
Holding on to me.
I feel like I’m walking down the aisle.
But this aisle is not short
And this aisle is not straight
Yet I am grateful for its intricacies
its purpose
its beauty
I have my Father
And He is walking with me
We are together
And I know when we reach the end of the aisle
My Father will not leave me
I do not know who is at the end of the aisle
But I know He will be
It is the sweetest thing
knowing He’s in it for the long haul
He has always been in it for the long haul
He will always be my first love
How gracious that He would let another man step in to love me too
Yet I know my Father will always love me more
That I know
And that I’ll hold
How special The Aisle is
That the groom does not get to share it with me first
My Father does
Then once I reach the groom
We get to go back up the aisle
A place my Father has already been with me
So darling daughter of the Father
My sister
You have an aisle to walk too
And your Father is right here
Walking it with you