To The Man I Love 500 Miles Away

I want to tell you a story.

This story is about a woman and a man (go figure). A woman who wants the world and doesn’t even realize it. A woman scared of the changes and challenges of the world, but would never let anyone know. Her fears hide behind her stubbornness and ideologies of happiness. The woman views the man as strong, prideful (but willing), and caring. This man stands beside the woman, holding her together like glue.

The man, unlike the woman, was raised on the “far as you can see” land. He understands the time it takes to nourish the life present before him, tend to the maintenance of the land, and appreciate the rain. A sunrise, to him never goes unnoticed. He is a shepherd without recognition. The bible says, “Husbands, in the same way be considerate as you live with your wives, and treat them with respect as the weaker partner and as heirs with you of the gracious gift of life, so that nothing will hinder your prayers”  (Peter 3:7). God is not saying that women are to be considered second rate or inferior to men, but that he finds women so precious that he ask for special care to be given to them. This man knows this and understands her value.

The woman does not always realize that his love is present, for he shows it in many different ways that she is not used to. He stands beside her because he knows he is her rock. He knows when she is falling apart (even when the world can not see) and he chooses to remain by her side and keep her together even though he may not be present physically.

Similar to the man, the woman enjoys the fruits of the land and the dying untouched acreage on earth. From poverty to middle class the woman sees many aspects of life. She knows that home to the man is detrimental to his happiness and she is accepting to the future of life on the land. The woman knows that good things do not come easy and life has its challenges.

This man knows the value of hard work and that patience is virtue. The woman struggles with emotions and challenges of the distance but the man stands beside her, because again, he knows the value of patience.

So thank you for being the man in this story and loving me through all of the hard times and my faults. Thanks for loving me when I am hard to deal with. And for loving me when I feel like the distance is too much. Time doesn’t stand still, but it sure can feel like it! Thanks for being the glue that holds me together when I feel like it is all crumbling down. I love you. untitled.png

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2 Replies to “To The Man I Love 500 Miles Away”

  1. Totally creeping your adorable blog right now but I swear, I needed this today. I read it and this part “SO THANK YOU FOR BEING THE MAN IN THIS STORY AND LOVING ME THROUGH ALL OF THE HARD TIMES AND MY FAULTS. THANKS FOR LOVING ME WHEN I AM HARD TO DEAL WITH. AND FOR LOVING ME WHEN I FEEL LIKE THE DISTANCE IS TOO MUCH. TIME DOESN’T STAND STILL, BUT IT SURE CAN FEEL LIKE IT! THANKS FOR BEING THE GLUE THAT HOLDS ME TOGETHER WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT IS ALL CRUMBLING DOWN. I LOVE YOU.” to your partner could be also read as your message from the Lord through him! So inspiring!

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    1. I really appreciate that you took the time to read my post! I put a lot of time and thought into them, and I am ecstatic that they are relatable. This post came together with ease because of the emotions that come along with a long distance relationship. I love the way that you perceived that particular part because I was going through a rough patch that week. I went to my favorite peaceful spot and just got out my Bible and flipped through it. I read whatever verses I landed on. I know they say get right with the Lord, but this was literally me getting right with the Lord.

      Anywho, thank you so much for reading!

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