I’ve never fallen in love, but I’m a part of the greatest love story of all time
The hands that hold me are the same hands that gave the Earth permission to sculpt masterpieces out of mountain ranges
Every late-night conversation I have, starts with “Dear God” and ends with “Amen”
My name is written in the stars by the Creator of the Universe who flawlessly hung them there
My heart-outlined initial is carved on the tree of Calvary next to the initial of the One who carried it for me
So when I say I’ve never fallen in love, I mean romantically.
Because the kind of love that I know best is the same love that knows me better.
The kind of love that I would die for is the same love that died for me first.
The kind of love that I can’t be without is the same love that never leaves.
And the beauty of the love of God is that it isn’t just for me.
