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perfect man* 

Is there such a thing as a 'perfect man'?

What defines a 'perfect man'?

What defines my 'perfect man'?

Let me count the ways.

He must be God-fearing.
He knows who he is in the Lord.
Genuinely loves me. All of me.
Hates my mistakes & sometimes sinful nature, but loves me wholeheartedly, nonetheless.
Slow to anger, quick to encourage.
Motivates me to be a better person, always.
A true friend.
Faithful.
He must be confident. But not arrogant.
Humble. But not a doormat.
Sees the good in others.
Brings out the good in others.
Generous.
Patient.
Trustworthy.
A gentleman.
My tower of strength when I am down.
My greatest joy at my happiest times.
Treats me the way a woman should be treated.
Perfect. Faultless.

I hear you laugh. Snort even.
What are my chances of meeting this 'perfect man', you mock? Not very high.

But guess what? I found him!

His name is Jesus.
Wonderful, beautiful Jesus.

And because He is the perfect man, I cannot call Him my own.
I cannot keep him to myself.

So my search continues...

I know there's someone out there for me.
No, not perfect. Just right.

January 06, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:16 am
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