Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Monologue: Dear Adam (future husband)

Excerpt From The Ministry of a Wife: published in 2002

Dear Adam, ©©

I have come to the end of myself. Not losing heart or faith but allowing me the whole opportunity to see the manifestation of you manifested in my life. Though I have grown weary with the time that has passed and still no physical manifestation of you, I have come to the end of myself, and found strength and courage in the presence of our dear Father who re-affirms His promise, His solemn promise of you to swiftly, and expeditiously appear at the most opportune moment when dreams become reality. Not too late and not to soon will you appear in all of your glory, filled with praise as a willing vessel to communicate to me the Masters unique desire to love me the way I have never been loved before. And how my body trembles at the precious thought, the idea, that soon you and I shall cut a covenant of the highest, and embark upon a journey that will lead us to the altar of our consummation and it will be sealed in blood. As it stains the sheets beneath us, so will my spirit be stained with yours as an everlasting token of our oneness. That at every moment of remembrance I will be consumed by images of how you delicately yielded yourself to the moment, to His presence and to my love. Oh Adam, how I long to look deep within your eyes and see my reflection starring back at me. Having my deepest desire revealed; to see myself through your warm eyes of understanding is a day that I anticipate and look forward to. To allow myself to be yielded to that same Holy Presence, and be used of Him to waywardly express my gratitude, my appreciation and my thanksgiving for His most unique and pleasurable plan that caused our souls to collide. Adam, my heart belongs to you and I can not give it to another. So for now I must find counsel in the stroke of a pen, pouring my heart upon paper like ink, which will permanently stain the pages of them. I must take refuge and solace in the imagination of my own heart until I can one day gracefully rest my head upon the sweet smelling fragrance of your aroma that flows so sweetly from that place within you, that place that undoubtedly holds the very essence of my life. 



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