Dear Jesus,
I never really believed in the term soul mates. I always felt that term was really silly. And at times, I still do...but...well...you knew 39 years ago as you formed my Beau and knit him together perfectly in his mothers womb, you knew JUST how much I would need him now...
Lord, things haven't always been easy or good for me or my Beau...we've both been through a lot of heartache...we've both experienced pain and hurt and frustration that I know you wish we hadn't had to go through...a lot of it because of our own bad choices....but I can thank you for those things and times...because now we have each other to share with.
When you couldn't be here in physical form to hold me, comfort me and love me Jesus, my Beau has been...for you. When you couldn't verbally tell me I was loved and valued and needed still, my Beau was here...for you. And when the hardest days of talking and telling difficult things to others have come around..and I needed a hug and I needed peace and comfort...you provided it...often times...by nudging my Beau to come over and hold me...comfort me and redirect my eyes to you.
I have been given a blessing I don't deserve. A man who loves me, who provides for me, encourages me and mostly...never fails to remind me of where my hope comes from. YOU. And he doesn't even realize he is doing it...and the times he does so on purpose - pointedly - he does so with such love...that it doesn't make me mad...it gets through my thick skull and makes me realize how silly I am being and how much I take YOU for granted.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you for loving me so much that you gave me the chance to love and be loved by this man. Thank you for loving me so much to die for me...to tolerate me & my stupidity...to keep forgiving me...and to provide for me in ways I can't fathom...
