I judged you from a distance. I analysed your person from a critical and myopic viewpoint. I never wanted to have anything to do with you. I never knew I was surcharging myself. I was missing out of the package that was sent to refine me. I was running away from what I should embrace.
As fate will have it, our path crossed and that was the beginning of a new lease of life for me. The series of transformation processes were amazing. You came into my life and everything changed. It marked a turning point in my life.You gave order to my once chaotic world. You became My Miracle. I wish had met you earlier.
My world was crumbling. Everything was crashing down. Things fall apart with the speed of light. Nothing tangible to grasp, all dust and rain of sand. But then, you happened to me unexpectedly. What I saw as a soup of nothingness became the raw materials for the construction of a great edifice. You single-handedly engineered the renovation of my ruins. Now my world is once again inhabitable. The air is clear and sweet to breathe in. Thanks, My Miracle.
You saw to it that I was always at my best even though it costs you a lot. Who does that? Your sacrifices surpass that of Abel. You act as though Angels pay you to keep me elated. Sometimes you were obviously not in good shape yet you considered me above your predicament. You placed more importance on my well being as though you are making a living out of it.
In your broken state you still permitted yourself to be used to mend me. You showed me that a bend is not equal to an end that when life hits me hard and my back is against the wall, I should bounce back and regroup my inner members instead of throwing in the towel and wallowing in grief or entertain pity parties.
You unlocked me. You dug so deep into the wells of exceptional reserves I have within and brought out sweetness. You explored my ores and took me through the refinery of friendship where you separated dross from my precious stones so that I can be beautiful again. You helped restored my radiance and my unique glittering countenance. Now I glow with pride everywhere I go.
I write this to you, My Miracle, as I cuddle with my Prince Charming, the one that eventually captivated my heart like you predicted. He looks at me with amazement. He wonders how I have managed to build such a strong personality. He is seeing the byproduct, the handiwork of another man who never took advantage my proximity, feminine vulnerability and swinging moods and emotional demands. Times when our hormones tried to remind us we are flesh and blood, pointing us to the island of pleasure, you deployed the compass of self-control, preferring the island of delayed gratification to the mainland surrounded by tales of had I know.
You were the perfect gentleman that chose to prepare me for my "Mr. Right" instead of making me regret or live a miserable life. You played out your role perfectly well as the Almighty God had scripted it. You became My Miracle.
I wish men out there will take a cue from this. Not all friendships are designed to end in marriage. See beyond the euphoria of romantic ecstasy and build each other for the yet to be known Mr./Mrs. Right. You did not have to be "Friends with benefits" before you can make an impact. You need no romance to be responsible. You do not need to demand undue intimacies to prove you are interested in making the friendship worth the while or to serve as a "reward for your labour". Do it all for Love, unconditional Love.
Save your future, my dear. Save it from sleepless nights and wetting pillow with tears. If that straight legged babe was brought your way by fate to help you add a touch of softness and humor to your tough-looking and always-strict lifestyle in friendship, and you get distracted by her buxom figure, no amount of diamond ring or a billion dollar honeymoon can bring out a "wife material" out of her. You may end up sharing your bedroom with a Jezebel. Moreso, if that tall, dark and handsome dude is wired to be a friend that will fire up your passion and inspire your gifts, getting married to him will only crash the very gifts he was sent to augment, pushing it all down the drain before your very eyes.
Learn, my friend, to be sensitive to Your Miracle. They come in different packages. You will get yours, that which will perfectly compliment your person. So do not envy other people's Miracle. Cherish yours.
Most importantly, when you eventually hook up with your spouse, handle the friendship with wisdom and maturity so that your Miracle does not become a torn in the flesh. Selah!
I am Gabriel.
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