Recently, I started talking to a guy who has been my friend for a while, and actually, I’ve fallen in love with him.
This will be our sixth month together. He’s AMAZING, goes to church every Sunday when he’s home because he works offshore. He’s respectful, loyal, and treats me like no other person.
I genuinely love him and, God willing, I see a future for us.
But the thing that hangs some people up, is that he’s black.
Most of my family loves him, but the other half sees our relationship as “morally wrong.”
I just need a little advice from someone who can tell me to keep going.
GIRL NEEDING REASSURANCE
I met a preacher who lived to one hundred and one. They tell me he spent days sitting by the window in a wheelchair, talking under his breath.
He told people he was chatting with his best friend.
Once, I saw him point to a tree outside the window.
“THAT'S love,” he said. “Right there.
“That’s a tree,” a nurse pointed out.
He laughed. “What do you think MADE that oak tree?”
She shrugged. “The Good Lord?”
“Close,” he said. “Love made it! Look it up!”
While he cackled, she wheeled him into his room where she changed his diaper.
Well, technically, if we’re following the old man’s way of thinking, “love” changed his diaper.
Anyway, I’ve thought about him for many years. And if that man was right, love does more than sprout trees and change diapers.
It floats through the universe, making everything work. It’s the green stuff inside leaves. It makes flowers grow.