Love Letters

While visiting my dad last year, I stumbled upon a box of letters once tucked away like a treasure. My grandmother on my mom's side had saved collections of letters from her husband, my grandfather while he was at a civilian camp. There was another collection of letters that she wrote to him in 1954 while he was on a naval ship to Cuba. Both collections beautifully written with declarations of their love and adoration for one another.

Many of us grow up dreaming of a love like this, love without boundaries and two hearts just completely intertwined. A love that is unselfish and where you feel alive, desired, adored, BEAUTIFUL.

And while I wait for the moment that I can tell the world that I have stumbled into the field of my Boaz, I will declare my love for my first Prince!

Jesus, my Valentine,

Every morning that I wake up I breathe in and exhale thanks for your presence in my life. My desire is to be completely surrendered to you and admittedly, I half the time don't even know how to do that. Perhaps it's because drawing close to you is less about doing and more about being in your presence. It's beautiful how you have so delicately exposed each tiny section of every deep cavern in my heart, some dark with pain, things I blocked out, and words spoken over me. Every time you exposed a part of me that I was ashamed of or that I was protecting because it hurt too bad to think about it, your brilliant light shined into that space and filled it with love until it was overflowing. I don't want to be tough or defensive or unforgiving, but instead just release what is not mine to carry so that I may walk in the fullness of the love you have for me. Thank you for chasing me! Thank you for never giving up and sending me letters over and over declaring your love for me until I finally caved into the arms of my Savior. You are my #1 Valentine Jesus. No matter how long the journey is or how painful it feels to release all that I have over to you, make my fully yours without barriers to restrict our love. I adore you.

Song of Solomon 7:10 I belong to my beloved and his desire if for me.

Song of Solomon 1:3 Your presence releases a fragrance so pleasing - over and over poured out. For your lovely name is “Flowing Oil”. No wonder the brides-to-be adore you.