March 7th
Though it be March the seventh in Arizona, somewhere across the horizon in the small island of Singapore, the sun has risen on March 8th. It is Faith's birthday, and it's the first time in a long time I'm not spending it with her. She has been one of the most wonderful blessings I've had in my life on earth, always strengthening me and keeping my head up. It's hard to think that such a day so many years ago, a baby girl was born that would change my life in the way she has. I can only stand back and thank God for it all.
I guess Faith has been like a passing name for some of you reading this. She's my girlfriend of eight years, and having endured through thick and thin with me, I have found so much of a soul mate in her. I've always had the tendency to become cynical, due to an inherent ability I have to see "through" people. She taught me to trust, and believe in people, even if I did see their motives and predict them at an alarming accuracy. I learnt that if we believed in someone enough, more often than not the person would take a turn for the better. It is the duality of human nature, both earthly and divine, that makes us so uniquely fascinating.
I look in Faith's eyes, and I am fascinated, every single time. I won't make sweeping statements like she's the most beautiful girl in the world, or she's the most wonderful person in the universe, for I don't know that many people. One thing I do know is that she IS beautiful beyond words, and wonderful beyond what my mind can grasp. If my soul mate who is human thrills me such, imagine being face to face with the One who created us!
Thank you Faith, for the many wonderful years together. We learnt so much together, were so blest by God in so many many ways. I know not what the future holds, but I entrust it to God, and I know that you do too. I know that if we place Him first place in our lives, even above our relationship, everything will be well. I thank God so much for you every time I'm with you, every time I think of you, and I know that He has made it totally perfect, that you would come in my life. You have made me so much of a better person, and so much of what I am is what God has done through you. I have not the words of the poet Neruda, nor the hands of the great painter Michaelangelo, but I share the heart of them both. And even then, my heart is not large enough to hold all the love that I've been given by God through you. Indeed, my floodgates burst open with blessing. Thank you dearest. Have a most blessed birthday. Hang in there, God willing, I'll be home soon.
For you who are reading, Shaggy fell sick and it was inevitable that we had to put her to sleep. It is with a mixture of the greatest joy and melancholy that I pen this. I know that all things, ALL things work for the good of them that love God and are called according to His purpose. May we all abide in His arms.
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