sometimes i feel like a garden...multi-faceted, colorful, seasonal, never fully seen in one view.

and yet i have rarely felt known in this way.
He is my gardener...even i have difficulty understanding my seasons, my colors, my textures, or the care it takes to tend to it all.
i have been known in one context, but completely misunderstood in another.
some of my colors have been loved while the others have been neglected.
i have been accepted at first sight, only to be rejected as the journey through my garden reveals undesirable traits.
people are flawed, including myself. i get that. but i'm not sure i could ever share my life with a man who couldn't accept or understand my garden to it's fullest. this takes time, effort, and probably a lot of prayer for some insight from the Gardener Himself. who'd do that? would i even want them to?
all i know is that i have felt most known by those who have taught ME about my garden, and have loved the parts God has grown that i tend to avoid or am ashamed of. the relationships that consisted of me explaining my garden all the time have been the easiest to shed, because i was never known and therefore never truly loved.
is it considered "putting up walls" when i reject someone who doesn't show interest in discovering me by his own effort?
is it unrealistic to wait for a man who will tread lightly in wisdom and in prayer through the depths of who i am before saying yes to me and spouting off marriage talk?
is it arrogant to believe that i am worth the time or the pursuit or the hardships that come with a man falling in love with the land that is my soul?
God is my gardener. He created me with care and creativity and mystery. i believe that.
and these have been my late-night thoughts on what to do with such a place. time for bed!
love.