Dear Mr. Promises,
Yes you. The noticeably attractive and illusive one. The smooth-talker and great beginning pursuer. You are the one I know all too well and painfully so.
This letter is for you.
You are talented. Almost always the best at your craft. I take notice because I pride myself on turning talent into skill and producing great work. This however does not hold my attention like the others causing you to try a little harder, to sing a little louder, and to show off a little more than usual. Once met, you begin your second phase: pursuit.
Your pursuits, though often creative, are all the same…Sweet words, dates, flowers, etc. All to gain the attention of one audience member, me. Your efforts go unnoticed at the beginning. I take quite a while to woo and you have made it your craft to woo, and well. And I must give you credit, you do always do the work…at the start. You know that women like me do not grow on trees, so you are patient and persistent. You have take my stubborn heart by surprise with each bouquet breaking through walls I have spent years creating to protect myself. You push through each one with ease knowing that after a certain time I will cave. And I have. It is beautiful.
As each phase passes I grow more and more in my attention and my affection for you. Fighting with all I have not to be overtaken but my desire to be desired by you. But the tricks begin to work and I come to you each and every time with heart in hand; ready because this time will be the last time. The last time for tricks. The last time for hurt. The last time because you are the last one. You have convinced me of your value and I finally see it.
What you do not understand throughout your game is that this is the place it always reaches. You get me where you want me to be only to realize you have “won” and I am no longer the prize you desire. Giving you your name, Mr. Promises. Half of your work is figuring out what they are, making them, and breaking them. Your pattern has worked again and again and you are always left victorious. And I, having reached maximum vulnerability have been left with…well, just left.
As an expert on your kind I have a few things to leave you with…
When I give love I give it all I have got. I am in the business of growing love in the world, but you already knew that. So, you are welcome for receiving it.
Secondly, knock it off. If you do not know, do not promise. If you are not ready, do not try. You are not the only one involved…remember that. I’ll keep that one short to avoid inappropriate ranting…
Thirdly, thank you. Yeah I know…seems weird to tear you down and bring you back up again but I do. I thank you. Because if it was not for you I would not recognize how much I need Jesus and his words over me. His definition of me…not yours. I also wouldn’t know my own bad habits. I see now that like you, I am learning too.
I forgive you. Mr. Promises has many names attached and to each one of you I say this to: Whether you were young, naive, or honestly had no idea what you were doing, I forgive you. No matter the circumstances. I forgive you. As I am unworthy of grace but receive it, I wish and will give the same to you.
I wish you luck. I bless your journey. I send you love. The same genuine love from before….
Yours Truthfully, Forgivingly, and Imperfectly,
Alli Sue Lance is an artist, writer, creative, and lover of Jesus. She lives in Murrieta, CA and works at Centerpoint Church doing administration and youth ministry.
Her ultimate goal is to further the name of Jesus through authentically loving people. Her hope in contributing to Her Roar is to do that through sharing her greatest failures and successes for the benefit of our readers.