He was the first man to tell me I was beautiful. His eyes showed complete sincerity when he said it, and he made my heart think I was pretty even if my head wasn’t convinced. He said what he felt and he meant it.
And then there was that weekend he was away from campus, he was in the reserves and had duty in Oklahoma City. We had been dating less than two weeks. My roommate was gone, too, so it was just me and a movie on a Saturday night. Then the phone rings, and I answer and about die when it’s him and he says he drove back to Stillwater because he missed me and could I have dinner with him before he has to be back in the city later that night?
I couldn’t believe this boy would drive three hours round trip for a two hour dinner. But he did. To care so much, really? Amazing. We dined on pizza while I got my first taste of love, real love that shows it’s genuine by walking the walk.
17 years later, I still cry thinking of that dinner where he cared and I bloomed.
On this week leading up to Easter, I think of how Jesus walked the ultimate, genuine walk. To face all He faced…why don’t I cry every time I remember this? He knew the cup He would drink and the suffering would be agony, but He pressed on towards Calvary. To care so much, really? Amazing. If I want to really bloom, don’t I need to really believe how much He cares?
Lord, may my heart never grow cold to your most incredible gift of Love. May the wonder of it feel real to me this week and always.