Nothing I love more than living under your consistency.
Your consistency is so beautiful.
When I don’t..
When I don’t want to dress up. When I don’t want to be artsy. When I don’t feel beautiful. When I don’t want to go outside. When I don’t feel positive. When I don’t want to talk about it. When I don’t want to go with your plans. When I don’t fulfill my words. When I don’t reply to your messages. When I don’t answer your calls. When I don’t move in quiet and gentle spirit. When I don’t want to go out of my comfort zone. When I don’t accomplish anything right.
When I don’t trust your promises. When I don’t have faith in your plans. When I don’t want to love.
I heard you said firmly, “Beloved, I’ll still stay with you.”
How did you manage to stay when it was so easy for you to escape? With that, no one expressed commitment better than you did.
Your consistency is beautiful. It is so manly.
When I’m being truly madly unreasonable. When I’m being more than what you can handle. When I’m being the annoying kid who sends nonsense endless emojis. When I’m being demanding as ever. When I take too many photos. When I’m being the crybaby at coffee shops. When I buy too many books that I don’t even have time to read. When I say yes to almost everyone at everything. When I have to admit that I’m wrong. When I’m being the endless chatter that I am.
I heard you said lovingly, “Beloved, go ahead. I’m all ears.”
I know that you are serious in knowing me when you choose to shut up and listen. You understand what I want, but more than anyone, you exactly know what I need.
You make me forget of my craving to “get there” and make me love the moment of “being here.” You satisfy me.
Your consistency satisfies me.
When the world is too cruel.
When a prayer is unanswered for years. When waiting becomes colorless.
When words become too familiar and it can’t heal anymore.
When people choose schedules over relationships.
When small talks become more valuable than deep ones.
When serving becomes a routine instead of a pleasant offering.
When going to church becomes a show and relationship becomes an act.
When everybody screams I’m an accident.
When fear shouts louder than faith.
When I lost track and can’t find my way back.
You whispered with that still small voice, “Beloved, tomorrow’s another day.”
Indeed, I will find you when I seek you wholeheartedly.
And if breaking my heart means experiencing the consistency of your love, then let it be shattered a thousand times over.
How can I not trust to the one who is true with his words?
Your consistency builds trust.
Your consistency makes me quit thinking that you will love me more if I faked it.
Suddenly, I don’t need to overthink. You saw me. You held my hands. You stayed. You loved me.
You are the kind who doesn’t know how to walk away.
You are the kind who would brave the terrifying traffic and would drive for hours just to knock at my door and say — I will wait until you unlock the door and let me in.