When a woman is loved well.

Sometimes...I have to remind myself to sober up. When I say sober up, I mean get real. I have to remind myself that the world portrays things in a way that most of the time isn't true or objective. The world tries its best to allure it's captives with offers that don't quench, don't satisfy. Like LOVE. I honestly grieve the way that the world sees love. I can remember the painful days of longing and pining for love that is intimate, romantic, and personal. I can remember placing stress on past relationships with guys (expecting extremely unrealistic things out of them). Like how to read my thoughts, how to be spontaneously romantic, how to challenge me intellectually, & of course how to be a goofball...

(P.s...Not that each of those things DON'T matter, because they totally do to a certain extent).

Anyway, I remember reading this once out of a book. Forget citation, I can't remember where the heck I read this. :) But the quote said:

"When a woman is loved well, she opens up like a flower..."

I have been pondering that so much lately. Old relationships never satisfied. Because they didn't have Christ. I have literally never felt so much freedom in my life than I do now. Of COURSE I look forward to the day when I can live life side by side with a man. My husband. I can't wait to cook breakfast for dinner, exchange awkward sleep conversations, and grow closer to the Lord through loving an imperfect person. I am just as much of a cheese-ball as any other girl, although I'm stubborn to admit that. Extremely. But I guess, through all this jumble & ramble, I am trying to say that I am already loved well. Yes, I look forward to having a relationship and a marriage with a man one day. But I am content with His love. It's enough for me. I am already known and loved beyond any depths that my own brain can even fathom. God loves His children with an everlasting love--love that's limitless, unrelenting, and literally cannot be shaken by ANYTHING. Not even the ugliness that is sometimes in my heart. There is too much grace in Jesus for anything to come between myself and His love. That is a concept that I press to know and seek and marvel at, for the rest of my life.