Bruna Karla - Agora Eu Tenho Você Comigo Lyrics

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The ink on the old pages of my hymnal is starting to fade, the edges soft and frayed from decades of being thumbed through by hands that have grown stiff with arthritis. I spent a long time looking at the stars, just like Bruna Karla sings. When you are young, the night sky feels like a map, a place where you pin all your desperate hopes for companionship, convinced that the Lord is working on a schedule that aligns perfectly with your own loneliness.

"Mas Deus tem o seu tempo."

Those five words—But God has His time—hit different when you are staring at the shadows of an empty room versus when you are walking down the aisle in white. In the freshness of a new union, that line feels like a triumph. It feels like the ending of a fairy tale. But when the decades pile up, and you’ve sat by a hospital bed, or watched a spouse struggle to remember your name, those words take on a weight that isn't quite so light. It isn't just about the joy of finding a person; it’s about the brutal, quiet surrender of realizing that His timing often includes the long wait, the ache, and the mystery of why some are given "you" to hold, while others are asked to hold only the silence of the cross.

I listen to Karla singing about how "Deus quem me deu você," and my mind drifts to the book of Ruth. There was no easy guarantee for her, no promise that she’d find Boaz when she did. Yet, she kept moving, kept gleaning in the fields, trusting that the hand that led her out of Moab was the same hand that would eventually place her in a home. We act as if God giving us a partner is the final reward, the "happily ever after." But after forty years, I know that the person sitting across from me at the breakfast table isn't just a gift to make me happy; they are a mirror, an instrument God uses to sand down my rough edges until I look a bit more like His Son.

"Agora eu tenho você comigo."

Is it enough? That’s the question I ask when the lights go out. If I didn't have this person—if the time hadn't yielded this fruit—would I still cling to the Vine? It’s a dangerous thought to sit with, but a necessary one. If our faith is built on the comfort of having someone to walk with, what happens when the path narrows, or when the person beside us is taken?

There is a sweetness in Karla’s voice that reminds me of the early days, back when I thought love was a destination. Now, I see it as a discipline. We have each other, yes, and it is a kindness from the Creator. But the "Agora" isn't the end of the story. It’s just the middle, where the real work of grace happens, day after grueling day. I suppose that’s the mystery—finding that even when the stars seem far away, the One who placed them there is the only one who truly stays.