true love died.

So I'm in college and meeting a lot of people.

A very, very common topic at Wheaton College and I guess everywhere else.. but especially Wheaton College is dating. There's the whole... "Ring by Spring" or.. "Fischer girls you date, Smith girls you marry.." or.. the whole Roulette thing. (roommate sets you up on a blind date, etc.)

Obviously this isn't very great for me because my mind is on that.. or.. relationship things. or whatever, much too often.

And I don't want it to be that way. I want something real.




So I guess you could label that whole category as true love. (cheesy, but when you think of the word true meaning real and the word love as more than just.. oh em gee I love that cute sweater.. then maybe we can use it)

And then these words just jump into my head:

true love died.



This is from Phil Wickham's song. I think that's why it popped in my head. but honestly... that's real.


True love died.


True love was Jesus.

And that true love showed when.. he died an incredble death.



Oh, I don't know. I don't know how this will read to people who don't believe that God loves them, or that Jesus wasn't anyone more than a random guy, or that church people are horridly judgemental. or even, what the heck does that mean.

but..



The love that God has for me is a gorgeous kind of forgiving. it's provision, always. it's a loud whisper or rebuke. it's a.. don't hurt yourself, little one.


Sometimes I want to be convinced by physicality. Like.. all I want is to hug someone. To have strong arms around me.


Why do I think that God won't be able to give something better?

He speaks and things come to life.




I have been desperately job searching.

Not only was I hired, but I was hired for a job that will look incredible on my resume. It's a job that will stretch me and pull me. And it's a job that I most likely will enjoy.

What.

It's a great, great job. And I would've completely settled for waiting tables somewhere.





I ask him to speak and he says listen.
I ask him to make himself known and He moves all around me.
I ask to see him and everything around me is a mirror of our creator.. what if he is saying just open your eyes??



I don't want to miss it.
That's why I'm trying to pay attention.


He deserves the worship.
He deserves all the praise.


Forget the perfect guy. The perfect love.





True love for me was so great
True love for you was so sacrificing
True love for you was so devoted, so caring, so rich, so pressing

that true love was willing to die.
and then He did.