I met the love of my life when I was four years old. My dad was a Navy chaplain and we were living in Guam. My parents were actually the ones who introduced us. I accepted my Beloved wholeheartedly. Our relationship has continued to grow throughout the last 24 years.
Not that I have been perfect. I've strayed and questioned and pulled away and doubted many times through that time, but he has always been right there waiting for me with open arms. And each time I come back, I'm closer to him.
He, on the other hand, has been perfect. His absolute love for me has always been there. His patience with me has been greater than Job's as I have wandered. His answers to my questions have alway been gently and quietly given. When I knew I was pulling away, I also knew he wasn't. And when I doubted he just quietly put him arms around me and held me.
The best thing about my relationship is that it doesn't have to be just mine. My Beloved is the Beloved of all those who trusted in Him.
Happy Valentine's Day!
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
7 years ago