Day 1: The Meeting

An Explanation

So you'll notice a leap forward here.  My intention has been to chronicle the entire journey from my point of view, but I've noticed two things that make this nigh on impossible:

1. I am writing this 35 days after our intial meeting and my first and foremost desire since meeting her has been to know her more... it's an insatiable desire, an inner yearning.  I can't put it on the back-burner to look back - regardless of the sheer joy the last 35 days have been - I am firmly looking forward to promising dreams
2. Our English language is completely inadequate... how can I express what I have felt?  This language fails me every day, as the ever progressing pinacle of my life moves onward and upward, these words remain the same.  I would have once used the word "love" to describe feelings I have now realised were less than a shadow of what I now call "love", but here I am... tied to such an inadequate word for an all surpassing thing: Not just an emotion, nor just a thought or deed; not just a desire or look; not just a string of poetic words, nor an uplifting sound - this thing I now call "love" is beyond anything I would have dared dream... not even in a wild, fevered dream - this thing is of my heart, mind, body and soul

So this blog may become like one of those flashback episodes of your favourite TV programme... just when you are at the edge of your seat, the narration steps back to another time.  I'll do my best to keep this lucid.

The Meeting (Day 1 of my new life)

On 17 July 2010, I awoke at 4:15am to catch a 6:20am flight from Christchurch to Auckland to meet a woman I had fallen for in my mind. The following are the words I wrote the next day as I waited to board a returning flight - my world turned upside down:

17/07/2010 04:15

Awoke to hope, kindled with belief in God’s Grace and awesome kindness. Who could have guessed that his timing of events from years past was coming together today?

17/07/2010 07:39

Arrived in Auckland, that once symbol of sadness, now reborn in hope... with a tinge of fear. I had talked of mitigating personal risk by restricting my emotional commitment, but this was a lie to myself – I had already invested my heart. This flight of fancy was an activity of risk, born of hope. Shaking!

17/07/2010 07:45

Praise God! His undeserved favour, sitting as a woman of God, waiting for her man. Stunned... we embrace – this is a milestone of belief in His Grace.