Blank Pages – Part 1

As a writer, I always look forward to filling in the blank pages of the lives of my characters, to dream up something grand and worthy of reading. It’s so elating when the perfect words overflow onto the pages. You didn’t know what to expect, but the ending turns into something so beautifully written.

With all my life’s changes, I have been afforded the opportunity of writing a new story of me, one in which there are many, many blank pages ahead. Family, friends, dating… a new life. My character has dreams and hopes with which I have already made plans of solidifying and building upon; a story line and chapter titles have been mapped out.

And then life sends a plot twist… Date #3, three weeks ago…

We have seen each other almost daily since. We spend countless hours every day just learning one another. He is the kindest and most genuine man. He gives me constant butterflies and hears words I don’t speak. He respects my decision to wait for intimacy and owns it like a champ. We talk God and have attended church together. I feel accepted and safe to share the real me with him, more than I have, probably ever… He sees ME and I don’t even have to tell him… We fit in a way I had almost lost hope of finding. It is so intense. He feels it. I feel it. And together, we are owning it.

I wasn’t looking for him. I was open to it, yes. But let’s be real, I was just hoping to fill some evenings and enjoy being back out in the world. Maybe get a few entertaining blogs out of it. And then, voila!

It’s amusing we think we know how our story is going to go, or even how we think we want it to go. I had thought and prayed it through and come up with a great literary work in my head. Until God showed up and surprised me with the beautiful gift of a new character… One that is real and not a work of fiction. One who is choosing to co-write blank pages with me. One with the potential to transform the ending of my story.

Pen in hand and heart wide open… My new story has begun.