The beauty of waiting.

Last weekend, someone I love deeply became engaged to the man of her dreams. I got to be there when it happened; watch him kneel and worry over whether or not the ring would fit, hold her after she grinned and said, “Yes, of course!”

Yes, of course.

This was a moment she had waited for, five long years of longing and waiting and trusting God. Five years of not knowing but loving anyways. Isn’t that what love should be, loving whether or not you get love back? Loving even if you don’t know if you will ever get love back? Love is easy when you are loved back. When you don’t get anything back, it’s significantly harder.

Besides the fact that she just had committed to marry this young man, there was something so beautiful about that moment- that waiting being over.

I’d watched her for five years, love this man, get nothing back. But she loved him anyways, faithfully and unconditionally and selflessly- and then all of a sudden she was rewarded for this long wait, with that man kneeling on a Ferris wheel two hundred and sixteen feet in the air at the State Fair of Texas holding a ring.

Love always makes the wait worth it.

The girl who waited and the man who realized are planning their wedding for March of 2013.  Lizzy, I am so happy for you. God bless you and Daniel, and your future together. Keep loving the people in your life fearlessly. I love you more. {Really.}