In time for Valentine’s Day, I would like to dedicate this post to my First Love.
Ours is not a story of a prince and a princess, or that of Romeo and Juliet. It is one of the Prince and a slave, whom He brought out of the darkness. Somewhat similar to a knight who goes on a quest to save a damsel in distress?
It is so easy to be distracted and become attached to this world. How easily I give my heart away. On Sundays I’d pray for strength to obey, but most days I just fail. This does not change, however, His love for me. But it is not a reason to keep abusing His grace, though I know it won’t run out, I want to stop running away–from His will, His promises, His truth.
I have turned a blind eye and creating my own standards. Today, I am reminded that He wants no more and no less than for me to love Him with all my heart, strength, and soul. I’m coming back, to my First Love. To the One who has died for me and risen. To the One who promises eternity. To the One who has loved me unconditionally. To my First Love.
Rid me of things that take my attention away from You, of things that try to take Your place in my heart. Let me be content in Your presence, for You alone are more than sufficient.
To my First Love, thank You for loving me first.
Take heart,
chelsea.
Footprints on Stone 