A promise

It was last summer. I don't remember much of it, aside from the drama and domestic violence surrounding my life.

I remember going to God , all last year for my trials and errors. Praying for his saving grace, his redemption, promtly admitting my sins and asking for his forgiveness. Doing my best to have made ammends to those I may have hurt. Praying. Sobbing.  Holding on to something I couldn't see but still doing my best.  

I met a man that year.  Dark-hair, blue eyed, great body. Didn't ever have the courage to say anything to him.  My family had known him for years, but I didn't see much of him until I was twenty-three.   I was in a relationship with someone else, then but he used to make me laugh, dance, and so on.

It carried into the following year. Love gave us both a chance.  In the most unexpected ways, God only moved us closer.
And closer.  

Prayer, love, good times.
I don't know how it happened, but I love this man today, more than ever

And I guess
I finally gave faith a chance.