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My First Love




Happy Fourth of July! Hope you are all enjoying a restful day with your loved ones as we celebrate this historic day. I'm taking a break from writing this week but wanted to share a post from July 2015 that's still as true and beautiful as ever. Enjoy!



I'm a huge romantic. As in mentally-matchmaking-my-single-friends-and-asking-strangers-about-their-love-lives romantic. I had a new crush every week when I was younger, and I'd dream about having a great adventure someday with my true love. I still love to watch older couples holding hands or sitting side by side on a park bench. Give me a sweet note or a walk at sunset and I'm a happy woman!

But reality is not always romantic. And neither is my husband. And most days I'm okay with that. I realize that he is a man raised in a household of men. I also realize that because he's a man he doesn't even remotely think about things like flowers, or candles, or perfume. Or birthdays or holidays. Or breakfast in bed or picnics at the park. But I think about those things all the time. And sometimes, I have to be honest, I wish he did too. 

I was on a walk, telling the Lord about my disappointment in this area, when I felt the breeze pick up and waft the scent of some delicious green, flowering thing my way. It triggered a flood of memories about all the times I had walked with the Lord and he'd done something just like that. Like the time I came upon a blue heron on my evening walk--majestic creature! Or the time I had ducklings eat out of my hand or frightened up a cloud of damselflies with jewel-toned bodies sparkling in the sun. Every little unusual moment was a kiss from the great Romantic of the universe! He reminded me that long before I was wooed by any man, He was my love. I use to spend countless hours walking and talking with Him and learning about Him from His word and from His creation. So why should now be any different? 

No husband, no matter how wonderful or romantic, could ever fill my need for romance. No human love could ever fill me with such wonder or delight as the mighty roar of a waterfall or the soft glow of fireflies on a summer's evening. These are the romantic gestures of the truest Love, who loved me passionately long before I existed! It is His love that fills me and gives me the ability and desire to love others, especially my husband. Without Him, my marriage would not be as wonderful as it is. And without Him, I'd be putting unreasonable pressure on my husband to fill a void he was never meant to fill. 

Lord, return us back to You, our first Love. Let every relationship in our lives flow from the relationship we have with you.


"Who is this who shines like the dawn—
as beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
awe-inspiring as an army with banners?"
from the Song of Solomon 6:10





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