I don’t know why, exactly, but I have a strong testimony of our divine identities as women or men. There is a perfection in joining the two, a completeness that God had designed to an eternal purpose and function. We need each other, and should shine in our unique qualities and traits we bring to relationships. Maybe it was hearing a man pray in my home today that triggered the tenderness towards it? It took me by surprise, and I had to hold back the tears. It has been a long time since a man’s voice asked for blessings for me and my children in my home. I didn’t realize how much I missed it. I try not to think about how long it has been since I myself have had a priesthood blessing.
I know the Lord knows my heart and my situation. I know He hears my prayers. I realized the other day that my choice to fill my empty space and loneliness with things or people that are okay enough but not right for me is a sense of mocking the Lord. When you ask Him for something but then refuse to allow space for it or prepare for it in your life, it’s counter productive and He knows it. Or the same goes when He has placed in front of you everything you need and you refuse it, choosing an alternate route. At what point am I really ready for His will to take place in my life? … that’s what He’s waiting for – just me to be ready.
So … I’m trying to let myself be free and simply trust Him. I want to move on. I want to be ready.
Forever grateful for a tender and wise Father in Heaven!
