Jane Doe,
How has your day been?
I met someone new, and, somehow, she reminds me of you. I had imagined how I would want you to look, and seeing her gave me that sudden rush of excitement—the kind that makes one imagine what it would feel like to have you by my side.
She is tall, dark-complexioned, and possesses the most beautiful smile, one that seems to reflect the beauty and kindness within her. Her well-aligned teeth are a testament to the care the Creator took in putting her together. Her voice has a soothing quality, one capable of calming even the most restless heartbeat. I must confess that I fell victim to her charm.
She carries what I can only describe as God's countenance and manifestation, much like her name suggests: Theophania.
I left her that day, but her appearance and smile stayed with me long after our encounter. I find myself thinking about her from time to time. I look forward to seeing her again, hearing from her, learning how she is doing, and discovering what is happening in her little corner of the world.
Has she eaten? How did her day go? Where did she get to visit? Whom did she meet? Did she make any new friends? To whom did she extend kindness, love, concern, and care? And who, in turn, showed her the same?
How are her loved ones faring? Who came to patronise her? How busy was her day? Was she tired or exhausted, or did she get enough rest? Did anyone make her sad or happy? Or was it one of those days filled with uncertainty and mixed emotions?
Did God smile upon her today? Was He there to guide her, or did she perhaps overlook something He was trying to reveal to her? Was there anything she failed to do that left her uncertain about whether she had made the most of her day?
Did she pray at the beginning of the day, or did she venture into it without a word of prayer? Will she remember to do so before the day comes to an end?
Did she think about me today? Did I cross her mind as often as she crossed mine? And, perhaps out of sheer curiosity, what was she wearing to bed?
She strikes me as a good and industrious woman, one whose emotional intelligence suggests she could make a wonderful mother. If things unfold as they should, and fate permits, perhaps we might one day tie the knot, inviting witnesses to hear us express the yearnings of our hearts, with a pastor present to ensure we take the right vows.
Traditionally, nothing would be left out, and nothing that ought to be certain would remain uncertain.
But if she is not the one, dear Lord, please make your way into my world as quickly as you can. Guide my heart, grant me discernment, and save me from making yet another mistake like those who came before me.
— John Doe
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