For so long I was the “perfect” Christian girl. It was my whole identity; it was my source of comfort; it was my source of pride; it was what I lived for.
And I wasn’t alone…
While I had spent weeks buried in my own plans, He had been patiently waiting for me to just seek Him with all my heart. How often do I wait until I’ve tried everything in my own strength that I can think to try, before I finally turn to God and seek Him with all my heart?
My favorite part of going to a wedding isn’t seeing the bride’s dress or hearing the music or the cake — it’s the look on the groom’s face as his bride walks up the aisle. I still remember the first wedding when that became my favorite part. It was my pastor’s son’s wedding. As his bride drew near up the aisle, his face was mixed with deep love, deep longing, and deep emotion. It was as if his face said, “Here you are, after all these years. You’re mine. And you are so beautiful.”
I believed for years that God loved me more than He loved other people.
Of course I didn’t say so.
But I thought He cared about me more because…
