A Beautiful Love
By Hopeful Romantic
I hope for a love that runs deep. A love that makes me feel understood and seen. One that removes all of my fears and makes me feel safe and surrounded. One that digs deep into my being and says, “I love you”. I looked for this love in my family. I looked for it in my friends, and eventually went to boys who I hoped could be man enough to love me. It didn’t work. When everyone else failed I turned to myself thinking, “Maybe the best person that can love me is me,” but it wasn’t enough. Even in the sweet moments it wasn’t enough. Where else can I go for something that feels pertinent to my existence?
I finally gave in and went to Jesus. The one that I said I trusted in and received as my savior. Honestly, I didn’t even know what it meant for me to say that. I was raised in church, but I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Jesus loves me. That He actually forgave me and died for me while thinking of being united with me as a joy that gave Him strength to endure. I didn’t truly know about His love. I couldn’t believe it, until I did.
Now, I believe in a beautiful love that even the most starry eyed hopeless romantic couldn’t use their human imagination to create. In a moment I finally believed the words that He wrote for me. Words that I read but couldn’t really see the truth until the Holy Spirit opened my eyes to see that it is true. I am loved so deeply that the God of all creation chose to send his son Jesus to live, die, and live again for me to be with Him forever and more. I am found by this beautiful love. I find myself in it.
I believe in a love that runs deep.