Redeem: 32

In our emails of this weekend, you didn't propose!
And for a smidge, a second, [a pause for overly dramatic effect]
I thought:
That's it, I'm done, he's not going to come through.

I stopped myself though. I won't believe that anymore, for you.

Notice I say "anymore"...

It reminded me, see, of so many other times,
when you looked like quite the risk,
when I reached out and you...
[fill in the never-promising blank]

The statement of
That's it, I'm done, he's not...
is one that I know well.

And yet, here I am, aren't I?

It's because I'm a raging idealist.
It's because I know the God of More.
It's because I believe what He's said about you.
It's because He's faithful, to Himself.

And just so you know, it's also because I understand:
You are the type of man who will not come a-callin'
until you know that you know that you can.

I admire that about you.
And somewhere along the way, I said: OK.

I've seen friendships form and people move away [then back!],
I've seen acquaintances become relationships
and turn into marriages with first [then second!] babes.

I've sat and watched it all, saying "Your Way."
Because His way is worth the risk.

And so are you.

[redeem, verb: to free from what distresses or harms; to release from blame or debt; to regain possession or recover ownership; 

to convert, restore, atone; to save]