You’ve shown me in this season that great is your faithfulness toward me.
The Invitation
Every evening, you set the table for two on our rooftop overlooking the city. Candlelight flickering against the skyline, wine poured and waiting, your love displayed in every detail. But I kept declining your invitations because I was too busy hurrying from interview to interview, rushing to be poised and polished for other suitors.
You stood by as I put on my lipstick and pearls for them. You watched me paint on a brave face and rehearse my lines in the mirror. With gentleness, you walked me to my taxi and waited there until I returned — shattered, confused about what went wrong.
The Waiting
Night after night, you demonstrated longsuffering as you sat at our table alone, sending cabs for me to dine with other callers. I didn’t understand. I thought this season was about you helping me find a job, but I was essentially stepping out on my real provider to beg for crumbs from mere men.
Your self-control was remarkable. While I shared pleasantries with strangers, you remained faithful to our evening ritual. The table remained set, the candles burning bright. You never once accused me of unfaithfulness, though that’s exactly what it was.
The Ritual
I’d come home every evening sad and confused, mascara smudged, confidence shattered. And there you’d be — your peace filling the rooftop space, your kindness evident in how you’d pull out my chair and pour another glass. You listened quietly over our meal, helping me make sense of it all.
“They seemed so interested,” I’d say, picking at my food. “I don’t understand what went wrong.“
And you’d nod with such goodness, never pointing out the obvious: that I walked into those rooms still beaming from the thought of you. Your scent still lingering on my skin. To them, it was evident I was already spoken for. They knew I wasn’t alone.
The Irony
It was never about them, was it? I was looking for the answer while dining with the solution. Through it all, I thanked you for your help getting me into their spaces, but that wasn’t the point. You weren’t interested in serving as my career counselor — you were my beloved, watching me chase after inferior loves.
Your joy in dining with me never wavered, even as I repeatedly chose their table over ours. Your faithfulness remained constant, even when mine wandered.
You designed every encounter to fail me, orchestrated every rejection to disappoint, so that I would finally understand: they were never the prize.
The Revelation
This season wasn’t about them — the faces, the no’s, the closed doors. This season was about us. It was your invitation to intimacy with you, the lover of my soul.
Every rejection was a redirection back to our rooftop, back to our table for two.
You are the way forward, the way through, the way around, the way back to you. You are my provision and my map, my journey and my destination. While I searched frantically for a paycheck, you found new ways to reveal yourself to me as my true provider.
The Homecoming
I see it clearly now. The next time you give me keys, that house will stay a house. That job will just be a job. It won’t be my identity. No employer will be my provider. No office will be my sanctuary. No person will be my everything.
No “yes” will be my lifeline. No “no” will make me fall apart.
You’ve displayed all nine fruits of your Spirit through this season of my searching — your love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control — all while I chased after fool’s gold.
Our True Romance
I am yours. You are mine.
Tonight, I accept your invitation. I’m putting away my interview clothes and joining you at our table. The city lights dance below us like they always have, but now I see them through different eyes.
This rooftop was never just a waiting room for my next career move. It was always meant to be our sanctuary, our place of communion, our love story written in the stars. Just like those sunrise mornings when it was just you and me on the parking garage of my former life, when I knew before I learned to doubt, that you were always enough.
In this season of waiting, in this time of seeking, I finally understand: great is your faithfulness toward me, not in spite of my unfaithfulness, but because of your unchanging love.
