So, Daddy and i seem to be having the hardest time with meshing our lives together. One thing after another seems to happen, preventing us from spending the night together. Tonight we were supposed to be camping but the fates seem to be playing games with our time.
Now i am about the most suspicious person there is. So believe me, there are red flags and sirens going off like crazy. In extreme moments of doubt, i think of closing the door. i don't need a broken heart again. Yet there's something there...i can't walk away from...
If He was playing me, His motives would seem way out of proportion to His gains. His game is too elaborate...too over the top. No one would go to such lengths for a pretend relationship that's so distant. Right?
Yet, i remember how it feels to be told by someone you've placed your faith in, "I have something to confess."
What i think is going on...is a test. Not Daddy testing me or me testing Him...but fate testing my trust. My trust has been damaged so deeply, i think this is fates way of saying "you will trust, it's right, it's who You are...it's how it should be, and if you don't, you'll lose in the extreme.
So, i trust, albeit hesitantly, but i trust, knowing the result will be the grandest prize of all.
i think most important at this point is that we spend the night together, i think tomorrow night will find me in Daddy's apartment......held in His arms...
puts the bottle of wine away and goes to bed....
youth, maturity and freedom
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I have finally got round to responding to a very interesting comment by D
to my last post. You can read her comment and my response here.
The whole comment...
6 years ago








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