I met someone.
No, this is not what you think.
This is not one of those romantic-I-fell-in-love-at-first-sight-posts. This is about real: I-see-you-in-the-messiness-of-your-life-and-love-you-still kind of relationship.
To clarify, I am not talking about a person. I am talking about the Creator of the Universe. The God who painted the colors of the sunset, and who drew the freckles on my nose. The One who moved the mountains rock by rock and who designed the intricacies of the human body. The One who continually seeks my heart even when I am difficult.
I met Jesus years ago as a tiny tot, but the relationship has ebbed and flowed over the years. Recently, as I sought him more deeply, I discovered his heart for people and me.
After a hard season, where all my insecurities rose to the top of my soul, God romanced my soul.
He sought me as the lover of my heart and I learned that I was enough.
In my insecurities, in my imperfections, in my anxieties, and in my weariness, I am enough.
I didn’t have to be perfect. I could just be me with him.
I realized that my insecurities were lies that Satan had pushed to the forefront of my mind to distract me from who I was and where I was going. I allowed him to distract me. I allowed him to feed me the lies that I began to believe about myself and my future.
I allowed him to steal my happiness until God sought me out and reminded me where I belong.
Not today, Satan. Not today.
Somehow, in my distance, God continued to remind me that I am his beloved.
Those are words that have been spoken over me my entire life. I know what the words mean in my head, but it has been a struggle to truly know the words as they are written on my heart.
Recently, as I allow the truth of God’s word to diffuse over my soul, He has whispered the words “You are loved” over and over again.
You are loved in your imperfections—because I am perfect.
You are loved in your weakness—because I am strong.
You are loved in your fears—because I am the Prince of Peace.
You are loved in strengths—because I created you in my image.
As I sought my Savior, I allowed the depth and reality of his actions on the cross to remind me of the breath of his love for me.
I do not deserve God’s unwavering love, but I am learning to accept it and allow his opinion to dictate my actions. Slowly, I am learning not to let my insecurities hold me back from being brave.