Dear Abba,

I met someone today.

(Chuckles in unbelief)

You know how I told you I wanted to become a Paul and not get married—somehow I think my mail got stolen… because heaven obviously didn’t get the memo.

This lady blew my mind!!

I asked for standards, and she arrived as the architect of bars, her presence flowing in scents that put the one-woman perfume to shame.

Truthfully, I asked Google numerous times how to propose to someone you just met.

Let me gist you!!!

This 5'4 woman who had the audacity—the AUDACITY—to claim 5'6 anytime height entered the conversation, walked up to me, stretched forth her hand, introduced herself, and asked for my name. 

I sincerely need to see a doctor—please explain to me why my heart did a funny gbim gbim dance.

Holy Spirit!!! Your boy—the devil’s headache, capital tongue-speaker—was completely tongue-tied.

I lost all abstract sense of thought, and for a minute, I understood those Korean dramas my younger sister used to fawn over.

When you created women?? What were you actually thinking…no!! actually, what was Apostle Paul thinking when he penned down 1 Corinthians 7 v 8? If only he had met this babe, e for don tear that chapter commot

I refuse to dwell on how beautiful she looked, carnality!!! But her skin was skinning, and oh, that glorious forehead!!! Shining like the sun personally commissioned it.

Black is beautiful!!! Although she insisted that we should refer to her as “chocolate and caramel, ouu wee.”

Sun-kissed—that’s how I see her.

Her sense of humor was fascinating. She spoke like an intellectual—the rare kind that doesn’t need you to feel small so she can feel tall.

She said something about life , I won't even repeat it here , but Abba, I've read books that didn't say it that well.

She wasn’t ashamed of professing her faith in full CAPITAL LETTERS… nooo Lord, I just need to know… when you were creating her, what were you thinking?

I have reasoned this conversation many, many times, but I never thought I’d ask myself this question: “What if I’m not the type of man she wants? What if I don’t deserve her?” So many what-ifs!!! 

Oh Lord… I rarely ask for things, but damnnnnn, this gem—one you clearly carved on a day you were showing off—I ask this and sincerely hope that when you were creating her, you were thinking of me