My First Love

He saw me and knew I was the one. I was so young and naive when I first met him. Although my very existence cried out to him, I didn't really know him. It wasn't until I came face to face with him in full surrender that the sweet romance began.

He's the one who called me by name before I came into existence...

...who did not rescue me in my grief but, lead me through the valley.

...who pursued me when I chose a different way.

...who chased me when I ran.

...who accepted me when I turned back.

...who comforted me when I was lost.

...who protected me when I was left vulnerable.

...who offered me his hand when I fell.

...who lifted me when I was broken.

...who cherished me - for me.

...who summoned me and said I was his.

In my surrender - sweet surrender - I came face to face with death. Death of my own desires. Death of my own destination. Death of life as I knew it.

I came face to face with humility and grace. Awe and wonder. Abundance and blessings. A new life transformed.

My heart is riveted by his presence. I become flustered and limp in his arms. 

Yet, I am still found guilty of turning my gaze to the distance, of wonder if there is a more provoking love, of something more I must be missing.

Yet, he continues to lead me to the desert. He allures me there with his tender words. And in a place of desertion, loneliness and confusion he gives back what is my hope. And I know there is no other.

An undeniable romance.

Faithful to no end.

A lasting love. 

A fairytale love.

Is and always will be my first love.
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Today I am simply grateful for the lavish love that fills the very well I draw from to pour out and love well those around me.