I remember his name. I remember that he piqued my curiosity. I’m not sure why it was him. But it was. I thought he was the most handsome guy I’d ever seen. I listened to his every word. I noticed what he wore. I thought about him every day. I watched him playing sports. I tried to memorize his schedule, hoping to run into him. I listened for his voice. When I walked past him, I hoped he would make eye contact. I wanted him to notice me.
I could imagine our first date. He would hold my hand. Smile at me. Whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We would pack a picnic lunch and sit under a tree. Just the two of us. It was a sweet dream. Never a reality.
I’ve crushed on many boys during my youth. Most of them didn’t seem to know I was alive. Some were personal friends. Others were classmates. Still others were long distance crushes. They were all very real to me.
I have found the one in whom my soul delights. Song of Solomon 3:4
I know someone who has a crush on me. He knows everything I think. He sees everything I do. He hears everything I say. He wants only the best for me. He knew me before I was born. He says he loves me.
He teaches me lessons. He gives me tests. He lets me make my own decisions. He fights my battles. He protects me. He provides everything I need. He’s an artist. He’s a creator. He is original.
Sometimes I feel like he’s trying to get me out of my comfort zone. Then I realize he’s the one who made me. He knows my strengths and my weaknesses. He knows I need some pruning, and he knows there are parts worth keeping.
I’m not sure why he chose me. After all, I sometimes ignore him. At times, he’ll ask me to do something and I get so scared. I think he asks too much of me. Other times, I just don’t feel good enough for his love. I want to be like him, but I feel like I’ll never measure up. He still says he loves me. No matter what.
There are some things about him that I just love. I can talk to him anytime. Anywhere. For any reason. Plus, he is always faithful. He is always available anytime I need him. He never leaves me. If I mess up and confess, he forgives me. Every time. He’s the best.
He has one son. He asked his son to die for me. So he did. He died for me. He. Died. For. Me. I read that he died for you, too. He said he did it because he loves me. He lives in a place called heaven. He asked me to move in with him someday. He’ll let me know when that day comes. Until then, he’s getting my new home ready. He’s also preparing a feast for me. He said the invitation is for anyone who will accept it. All we have to do is believe.
I’ve accepted his invitation. Now I wait and do my best to become just like him. I want him to recognize me when he sees me. I want him to welcome me home with open arms.
This guy’s a keeper.