choose to live.

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We always talk about how we’ll “wait” for our future husbands. We write articles, blog posts, even entire books on this subject. We make promises, commitments, vows.

But you know what? I’m not waiting.

Yes, I am saving myself physically for my future husband, and am committed to staying pure, but I am not waiting for my life to start until I find Mr. Right. My life is now.

I choose to live. To do. To work. To serve. To pray. To study. To impact people. To go on adventures. Make phone calls. Drink coffee. Play with kids. To live where the quiet things are. Read lots of good books. Try new things. Pursue beauty. Be messy. Do hard things. Stand up for the weak. Write out my heart. Find freedom and grace in Christ. To walk with Him, footprints in the sand, caressing these precious moments I will never have back. Heart beats strong, lungs breathe deep, and I plunge into the waters of life. I will laugh. Cry. Fail. Succeed. Right here. Right now. I choose to embrace my life as it is, fulfill my calling, to live all out for the glory of God, because life is either a great adventure, or nothing.

This is my purpose. This is what I was meant for. This is the meaning of life.

 

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the ramblings of a hopeful romantic pt 2 — lessons in love

 

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Love … is a mysterious thing. At least for me. It’s not simple. Not easy to understand. Not … easy.

You see many definitions today, from people who claim to know what love really is. But they all seem to fall short, to miss the mark.

What is love?

This question pounding in my heart’s rhythm. I want to marry someday. I really do. But I know that, first, I need to understand what love really means, what “true love” is. Is it being there for them on a bad day? Is it that feeling when he holds you in his arms? Is it always seeing the good in them? Is it making him a sandwich, even if I don’t feel like it? 😉

God loved me at my darkest (Romans 5:6-8). This is something that I can’t comprehend. But yet, it is seriously the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Not “you’re so pretty”. Not “you have a great personality”. He loved me at my darkest. Think about that.

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In today’s society, where love is defined as fireworks and red roses and diamond rings, sometimes I forget what love really is. As cliche as this might sound, love isn’t just there with the feelings, and the sunshine, and the good times. Love isn’t a valentine’s card, or a summer fling. Love isn’t just there when a person is lovable, when they say all the right things, when they do all the right things, when they say they’ll love you forever.

Love is a commitment — a choice — to put someone’s needs over ours, to sacrifice our comfort, ourselves, for them. Even when they don’t deserve it.

I see this in the movie Frozen, when Ana sacrificed her chance to live in order to save her sister, even though her sister hurt her.

I see this in Tangled, when Eugene sacrificed his only means to live for Rapunzel.

I see this in the book of Hosea, when God called him to marry a prostitute, and even though she ran away from him to go back to her old life, three times, Hosea pursued her and brought her back. Even though she forsook him, betrayed him, and probably hurt him, he still demonstrated Christ-like love.

And, to me, it seems like this kind of love stands out. Not the fast, cheap, flaky, Hollywood kind of love.

But the kind of love that Jesus has shown to me, and the church, His Bride. No matter how many times I fail Him, He still loves me, and I don’t understand why. I just … can’t wrap my mind around it.

His love never fails. Never gives up. Never runs out on me.

Even though I don’t deserve it.

 

oh, beautiful one …

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Here is a *lovely* post I found from here, which I thought I would share with you for Valentines Day. This has greatly encouraged me, as a single, young woman, and I hope it encourages you too! 🙂

Beautiful One

by on February 14, 2013

My Beautiful One,

I saw you try to hide those tears yesterday.  It wasn’t easy because you were sitting in a classroom, surrounded by your peers.  What luck, you thought, that the girl next to you had just sprayed copious amounts of perfume and you could blame wet eyes on an allergic reaction.

You’re getting really good at hiding behind false pretenses.  You laugh with your friends about not having a boyfriend.  You tell your small group at church that you are purposely holding out for the right guy.  You even fill pages of your journal with verses about waiting, applauding yourself for persevering through these months and years with no romantic interest.

But, I see behind the carefully crafted masks you wear from day to day.  My heart hurts for the tears you shed, the painful things you tell yourself, the rejection you feel. How can I help you see the carefully crafted woman you actually are?

When you look at yourself, what you see are imperfections.  When I look at you, I see the time and effort I put in to shaping every one of those so-called imperfections.  I see a capable woman, full of strength and dignity.  I see a woman with beauty forged from brokenness.

Beautiful One via @KindredGrace

How can I help you understand that My plans for you are bigger than a boyfriend, more elaborate than a date?  I know the wait is painful and perplexing.  I don’t fault you for those tears.  Tears happen, but I want to be where you turn when your eyes begin to leak.

Come to me, My daughter.  My love can dry up those tears, can bind up wounds, and can heal the broken-hearted.  I will gladly help you navigate this season and, if you let Me, I will lead you down a path you never imagined was possible.  Can I show you My plan, one step at a time?

The way won’t be easy.  But I have a steady arm to cling to and a sturdy shoulder to cry on when tears are unstoppable.  You don’t need to hide your struggles from Me.  Give them to Me and I will transform them into strength.

Though this road I’m describing will be rough, I can assure you that you are in the best hands.  My hands will hold yours.  My hands will guide your steps.  My hands will protect.

My hands made you, My beautiful one. I won’t let anything or anyone crush My creation.

I love you.

 Abba