Ladies, what if I told you that the key to your happiness was the very thing you were running away from?
That our natural thirst to be loved, to be cherished, fought for, and protected could all be satiated by the love of one man?
Fun fact: I am a hopeless romantic. Yes, I am that “reads endless Jane Austen novels, forever swooning over Fitzwilliam Darcy”, authentic, traditional love-desiring type of gal.
Let me tell you a story:
About this time last week, I was speaking to a friend about – wait for it – Boys.
Even more shocking was that we were talking about how MEAN they have been to us in the past! (Don’t get me wrong, I have an immense love for my brothers in Christ, all of them)… But when it comes to having healthy dating relationships, neither my friend nor I have ever won the boyfriend jackpot.
Now the significant part of this story is that I distinctly remember saying to my friend, “I’m sure some day ‘the One’ will come along who will make all the pain from the past fade away.”
These are EXACT. WORDS. PEOPLE.
And I’m here right now to tell you (and myself, a week ago) that the love we desire exists. It is real. It is tangible.
Better yet, it exists for US.
That kind of love exists in a man named Jesus Christ.
I’ve come to know this man intimately the past few years without ever fully understanding the love He has for me as His bride, until now.
It was all a little strange to me, the idea of being romanced by God. When we think of Christ, more often than not words like “redeemer” “healer” “savior” and “king” come to mind. When we think of the crucifixion, it’s not exactly a scene straight out of the dining room at Netherfield, is it? I had so many ideas about the way I desire to be romanced, that it was hard to see how I was playing a lead role in the greatest love story ever told.
You know: That one where God humbles himself to the form of a baby, then gives His life willingly, while carrying the burden of all of humanity’s sin, so that His love can someday spend eternity with Him amidst the absolute joy and splendor of heaven.
Where you at now, Mr. Darcy?
Oddly enough, when the aforementioned conversation took place, I was on my way to adoration, completely unaware of the ridiculous romancing that was about to happen.
It was there in that chapel, one ordinary Wednesday evening, where the King of Kings poured His heart out to me and showed me firsthand the thirst HE feels for MY love. MY love?
I know. It gets better.
As I knelt before a giant crucifix, I was suddenly transfixed upon Christ’s heart. Literally. Because it turned red before my very eyes. I was suddenly feeling a pull on my heart unlike any pull I had ever felt before… As I knelt in complete awe of the love I was witnessing, I felt for the first time just a fraction of the desire that Christ holds for me. It was beautiful. It was tiring. It was painful.
GUYS. WHAT A LOVE STORY.
His desire is so great that He literally defends us from the weight of all sin, protects us from our own helplessness, cherishes us to the point of exhaustion, and loves us to the point of pain. He is everything you could ever desire, and so SO much more.
His thirst is so great that I can’t possibly begin to comprehend it. I won’t even try.
I didn’t write this post to try to explain the love of Christ, just to share the reality of the happiness we are offered, and to bask in the goodness of the romance of the Lord.
Jesus Christ is the man that I seek. The man that we all seek.
And “the One” who is forever seeking us.
That is love, actually.