To the one that takes my breath away.
How I often wonder what you saw in me.
This lonely college girl that had just gotten her heart ripped up, and couldn’t even think straight through a game of dominoes.
On that beautiful night, when the stars seemed to twinkle just for us, you got down on your knee and said the words we vowed never to say unless we knew that God was entwining our hearts together for all our days this side of eternity.
And as you spoke of your love, the whole enchanting world started to spin.
For you had chosen me. Not someone smarter, funnier, prettier, braver, godlier… better.
And you slipped a ring on this broken girl’s finger.
As I panicked and laughed, you didn’t turn away, but looked straight into my soul and held me strong, though you were broken too.
And that’s something I will never understand.
How God can take a broken man and a broken woman, and bring such beauty.
And through babies and losses and scuffles and deep hurts, bring about a love that keeps on multiplying, so that one no longer knows where she ends and he begins.
Then I look into your eyes - hurting like mine - and I see the strength to take the next step forward, the faith to keep trusting, and a love that has grown and says you still choose me… all our days.
Me and all my soul laid bare, and the wrinkles that are forming, and the scars that are still healing.
And isn’t that just like Christ’s love!?
Not that we chose Him, but that He chose us (John 15:16)!
We come broken. We flail and fumble and learn how to lean into Him.
Through pain and heartache, and joyful times too, He brings astonishing beauty.
As He dazzles us with the dance of His unending grace and abounding love.
It takes my breath away.
I am chosen.
You are chosen.
All my love –