OUR ALLIANCE WITH GOD

“…A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”

OUR ALLIANCE WITH GOD.

Dear future husband,

I can’t say I don’t think of you often. Scratch that- I think of you every day. I mostly wonder what it would have been like if I had known you since I was young. You know, like when my siblings would bully me when I won awards in school or when I was scolded for misbehaving or even when I locked myself up to study for school as early as ten years old (yeah, I was quite the bookworm).

Considering it now, I think I would have wanted us to be together for the good part and that you’d disappear temporarily for the times I’ve not been so perfect. But hey, the reality of life (and marriage) involves knowing each other quite deeply and accepting all of it- the good, the bad, and the ugly.

That’s why I’m writing this to you, O future lover (peep that attempt to make this sound like an Epistle- you gerrit?).

My greatest wish for marriage used to be to marry someone that thinks like me. You know- with the same experiences, mindset, and beliefs. But I see the flaw (and pride) in that now. Even if we lived together all our lives, we would still be different individuals. And that, as I’m currently learning, can also be beautiful.

I’m warning you ahead of time- I am not perfect. In fact, just like Apostle Paul, I feel like ABBA is constantly showing me how flawed I am with pride and selfishness. He’s helping me run to Him with my inadequacies now so I can be a better partner to you in the future. I’m learning to be kind to others, to have the mind of Christ- to be humble and put others first. If I successfully learn this, and I’m sure I will (ABBA is doing quite an effective job), you’ll meet me better and be proud of who I am.

I already know I love you. I can already picture you- an earthen vessel like me filled with the excellence of the grace of God. Through your imperfections, I’ll stay. I’ll be there, not only as your baby but also as a helper, always hyping you like the cloud of witnesses.

My love, my sincere prayer is that you’re also growing and learning under the tutelage of the Holy Spirit. I hope you’re soaking in Scripture and charging in prayer. I hope you’re learning service, obedience, and discipline. I hope you’ll be able to love our family as Christ loved.
Because when I imagine our home, I imagine Christ and His bride, radiating beauty and exuding grace. I imagine peaceful mornings with soft worship music and joyful evenings where our kids would want to go first about what happened in the day. I can see it so clearly: we will raise spirit-minded individuals as one raising giants for the Kingdom. Our children will know the Lord as they know life. They will reflect the godly virtues of love and integrity that God is instilling in us right now. And when the trials come, we will, hand-in-hand, back-to-back, take our weapons of warfare and fight the devil’s schemes.

We will make an impact for God. We will influence the nations for the Kingdom. As we excel in our careers, God will make a name for Himself with our lives. We will leave a legacy of prayer for our generation that will go forth and strengthen them for kingdom exploits.

I could go on, my love, but I’ll leave it to ABBA to write the rest of our story. He knows and loves us the most and can be trusted to make a masterpiece of our lives. I know you can’t wait to see all this manifest; I’ve definitely given you a spoiler into the future. But there’s even more we’re going to find out together as Christ goes before us.

Your dearest wife, E.

PS: I didn’t want to add this nasty part to this beautiful letter, but please read up.

I don’t like staying in the kitchen for too long, so maybe you could take over the cooking or at least keep me company. I really like spicy food so I hope you can keep up. We often have to clean the house because I freak out in messy spaces. I almost always sleep off during movies- no matter how interesting.

Don’t let me scare you any further- but there’s a lot more we may have to learn about each other, lol. Don’t worry; I’m willing to compromise.

See you soon, my sweet.