Waiting for the apple pie to bake…
I come home to an empty house. And I like it. I like it because I know where I put everything. I know what I was working on last, I know what to clean next, what to cook next, what to take care of next.
I like it because I’m in control.
And that’s exactly what I would have to give up. I know it’s worth giving up control to have anyone in my life.
It’s crazy to think that such a short season of life could have such a deep impact on my heart. I’m more willing to settle for someone who is mundane, simple, and uneventful because I know that they’re trustworthy, dependable, and faithful.
I will miss catching my breath but I’d rather have devoted hand to hold than a racing heart.
I still miss him and I can’t believe myself. And I can’t help holding it against him.
God, forgive me.
