My First Love
Hmm..... Love. What a strange word.
It can be a word used for good.
It also can be used in a bad way.
I feel, sometimes, Love gets put on the back burner in our everyday lives.
Love is used to describe happy and romantic and sweet emotions.
Love is also used as a middle man and is abused. Such as relationships that are going wrong, the phrase, "It's not you, It's me. I love you too much to hurt you".
blah, blah, blah.
Well, I personally haven't found my "First Love" yet. He, whoever "he" is, hasn't reveled himself to me. And I am learning DAILY to accept God's timing in this situation.
This is a very tender, sweet topic for me. As well as many of my close friends. There is a small group of us who are all in the same boat with the "boyfriend-will-come-in-God's-sweet-timing" situation.
We all are struggling with wrapping our minds around "God's Timing" and "God's best for us". But somehow, we learn to accept it.
But that still doesn't stop me from dreaming. And boy, does my mind wander...
Of course I've had my fair share of crushes and thinking that I was in love with these boys.
Gosh, the entire time I was in middle school, I had a HUGE crush on this one boy. And I thought I really loved him. I was just infatuated with him. Everything revolved around him. I just remember how devastated I was when he confronted me and told me that he didn't feel the same. I honestly thought my world was crumbling.
How young and naive I was.
I pray daily, sometimes even hourly, for God to send him to me.
And I just have faith that he will when it's my time.