The Ultimate Romance

It occurred to me tonight how God wrote the first love story...No, I'm not talking about Adam and Eve, Esther, or even the Song of Solomon. It wasn't about Abram and Sarai, Isaac and Rebekkah, or Jacob, Leah, and Rachel...He wrote it about you and I...His bride. I'm not sure how a man would feel about being a "bride" but for me as a woman it's powerfully moving....and convicting. I can't speak for others but for me, God has provided a profound and awesome picture of how He loves me through the wonderful man he's given to be my earthly Husband, Pastor, Protector, and Provider...It gets through and communicates the gravity of our situation and the magnitude of His Love for us in a way I can really grasp. Maybe it's this very thing that draws us ladies into the romance books with white knights and damsels in distress...it sure describes the predicament we're in whether we realize it or not...It rocks me to the core to realize that while I view myself as a faithful wife to my earthly Husband...I have at different times in my life betrayed my first Love. How many times have I put others before Him, failed to meet with Him, failed to read His love letters to me, failed to anticipate His return. And yet...He loves me still. So much so that He died for me...in a million tiny ways that all add up to saving me, from the evil one, from myself, from being separated from Him forever. Even more moving to me is that He's forgiven me for my harlotry and selfishness, and is coming back for me to rescue me and take me home someday... Oh to be worthy...to be clean and pure and deserving of that white gown...I know in this imperfect state I'll never be...can't be... but until that day that He returns and holds out His hand... I will be ever striving to show and prove my love for Him, my Prince.