He is patient,
He is kind,
He's not envious, boastful our even proud,
He doesn't dishonor others,
He isn't self seeking
He is slow to anger
Even though I am far from perfect, He keeps no records of my wrong,
When I mess up, He doesn't delight in my faults,
He never says "I told you so",
He rejoices in truth,
He protects me,
He trusts me,
He always hopes,
His love perseveres.
For those of you wondering, no, I am not in a relationship with a physical human man. The "He" I am referring to is my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Though I have resolved to celebrate His love for me on a daily basis, I can't help but feel a little bit more special and happy today, February 14th, Valentines Day. I wasn't always this way though...
I can probably count on one hand how many times I have actually had a valentine on Valentines Day. During my younger years, I wasn't always the most sought after girl. I wasn't wearing the trendy clothes that everyone else wore, my style was probably WAY off since I wasn't all that familiar with American style. I wasn't a part of the "cool kids" club and was actually pretty quiet and to myself. I wasn't "thick" like the guys liked back then (and probably now). I didn't have a "booty" or a large "chest"...barely any hips. I wasn't what guys were into. Hence, I didn't really ever had a valentine.
In college I was more sought after than high school. However, the vast majority of men didn't want to be in relationships because that was no longer "in" so of course I had "boos" for extended periods of times, but since I wasn't their girlfriend they weren't my valentines and weren't required to do anything for me on that day...and they didn't.
I remember that I literally used to DREAD February 14th coming. I would start feeling this way as soon as January rolled around and it intensified itself as the day grew closer. Then, it would hit, February 14th, and I would go into a deep depressive state (sometimes even tears). I HATED being single on Valentines Day. I HATED feeling like I had no one. I felt so...unloved (even though my momma would try to love upon me, I wasn't having it. I wanted a MAN, lol).
Then...I met the author of love, God. I had always known of Him my entire life, I grew up in the church. I had never known Him though, like know Him intimately. As I have walked with Him on my 3.5 year journey He has truly taught me about love in a way that is completely different from the way I had previously thought. I have learned that my understanding was completely skewed. Why? Because He is the author of love. He created it. He is love. He demonstrated His love for me with the biggest sacrifice known to man....His only Son, Jesus Christ, to die for me. He did this so that I can live under grace and not under law and to have a chance to have a relationship with Him and spend eternity with Him.
He has loved me enough to hold me when I'm sad,
Celebrate with me in my happiness,
Encourage and lift me up when I'm down,
Warn me when I'm slipping away,
Correct me when I'm wrong,
Protect me from danger,
Allow me to make some mistakes, and...
Come get me when I've made a mess of things.
Since I gave my life to Him I have felt so whole, a feeling that I thought I could only get through a man. I'm not sad on Valentine's Day anymore. I celebrate loving myself. I celebrate loving him.
I...am in love.
Happy Valentines Day dolls
xo
Tasha
With my room mates from college in NY
