As a write, I am trying to think about a defining moment. One where I knew for sure that I was in love.
When I was in high school I attended an all girls camp/conference called Vida Nueva (New Life) with other girls my age. At some point during the camp, we were given the opportunity to write down our greatest hurts and nail them to a cross. After surrendering those hurts, we set them on fire!
It was in that freeing moment that I really understood the magnitude of God’s love for me. He is willing to carry all of my burdens. He had me – hook, line, and sinker. It was then that I fell in love with my creator.
Since that moment all those years ago, I have experienced an overwhelming love from God. His love for me has far exceeded my wildest imagination. He provides for me in miraculous ways. He cares about things that are important to me although they may be insignificant to others. He’s carried me through life changes, divorces, deaths, heartbreaks, and He’s held my hand through every victory.
God is my first love, and this how our love story began.