Today is my wife's birthday, and I want to write about something on a personal level of which I have NO clue whatsoever on a broader level. Please pardon my deviation from the normal focus of this blog while I do so.
I believe strongly that my wife and I knew each other prior to meeting in mortality. I believe that God had a hand in arranging for us to meet here on this earth.
I do NOT believe that is the case for all - that we are predestined to meet the only person with whom we are meant to spend eternity. I accept fully the idea that we can be happy with many potential partners and reach unity with more than one person. I do not believe Mama and I are "special" in any way. I just believe we knew each other prior to this life and we met through the direction of the Spirit, at the very least.
I am aware of the complications that belief creates for many. I am aware of the pain our situation might cause those who can't say the same of their own companion(s) - and those who have not found a companion in this life. I am aware of how unfair it seems or unbelievable it is for some.
In the end, however, all I have is my own experiences with Mama - my own immediate and unequivocal reaction - my own feeling (deep in my heart and conscious to my mind) that I was not making a new acquaintance but rather renewing a relationship with my best friend - my own assurance within days of meeting her that I had found the person I would marry eventually (and her un-admitted realization of the same thing) - my own total lack of temptation to do anything that would jeopardize an eternal relationship, while yearning deeply for a full and totally united relationship.
It would be easy to say that I don't have a clue why our lives played out as they did and we ended up meeting each other at such a relatively young age. I can trace the events that led to our meeting, but, relying purely on my intellect, I don't have a clue why those events occurred exactly as they did.
All I know is that I am convinced to my core that I met my ancient split-apart - the other half of my eternal whole - my best eternal friend from whom I had been separated at birth - that summer morning 27 years ago. On this day, her birthday, I want to thank God for that meeting - and acknowledge my personal conviction that He played a hand in making it happen.
I love you, Babe.
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