“Let Me Tell You About The One I Love”

People love a beautiful love story.

They lean in when you tell them how it began… when you first became aware of him… how your paths crossed… what others had to say. There’s something about love that draws us in—makes us listen a little closer, feel a little deeper.

So let me tell you about the One I love.

I met Him when I was just a little girl—nine years old, wide-eyed and still trying to make sense of the world. I didn’t meet Him the way you meet most people. At first, I only knew Him through stories… stories others told, words He had spoken, lessons He had left behind. And yet somehow, even through secondhand whispers, He felt real.

They told me about His compassion—how He noticed the overlooked and moved toward the forgotten. They told me how He chose to sit with the very people others avoided, the ones pushed to the edges, the ones deemed unworthy. I remember feeling something stir inside of me when I heard that. Because I’ve always had a soft spot for the underdog… always felt the pull to stand beside the ones no one else sees.

And when I realized He did too?

Well… that sent goosebumps across my skin.

But if I’m honest, that’s not what pulled me all the way in.

What captured my heart completely… was His grace.

The way He loved the undeserving. The way He extended mercy where it wasn’t earned. The way He didn’t wait for perfection before offering His affection. And somehow—this part still humbles me—He didn’t exclude me from that kind of love.

Because I wasn’t the prettiest girl.
I wasn’t the most polished.
I didn’t have it all together—not even close.

And yet… I heard that He gave up everything.

For me.

Not for a better version of me. Not for a someday-when-I-get-it-right me. But for me, exactly as I was—awkward, imperfect, and still figuring it all out.

And that… did something to my heart.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Him.

It wasn’t loud or dramatic at first. It was quiet… steady… like a whisper that refused to fade. A knowing that maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t just a story I had heard.

Maybe this was a love I was being invited into.

And over time, that invitation became something more.
More than curiosity.
More than admiration.

It became love.

The kind that grows slowly, deeply—rooted not in what I could offer, but in what He already had.

And even now, after all these years… I’m still learning Him. Still discovering new layers of His heart. Still undone by the way He loves me—fully, faithfully, without condition.

And today… from Good Friday all the way to Resurrection Sunday… I get to remember.

I get to pause and sit in the weight of what He did—not just for me, but for the entire world. A love so vast, so selfless, that it stretched itself across humanity and still had room for each of us personally.

And here’s the beautiful part…

He’s the only man I don’t mind sharing.

Because His love doesn’t divide—it multiplies. It doesn’t lessen when given away—it overflows. There’s no jealousy in it, no scarcity, no fear that there won’t be enough left for me. Somehow, He loves each of us as if we were the only one.

He truly is a love worth sharing.

And oh… how I can’t wait to see Him one day.

To finally look into the eyes of the One I’ve loved for so long. The One who knew me before I knew myself. The One who chose me, pursued me, and never let me go.

He’s worth waiting for.

But in the meantime, my love…

I will keep choosing You.
I will keep learning Your heart, even when I don’t fully understand Your ways.
I will keep trusting Your love, even on the days it feels quiet.
I will keep walking with You, even when the road feels long.

Because this love story… it didn’t end at the cross.

It was sealed in sacrifice…
but it was made alive again in resurrection.

And now, I get to live in it—every single day…

Until the day I finally see You face to face.

A Love Worth Responding To

Maybe as you read this, something in your heart stirred.

Maybe you’ve heard of Him… but never really known Him like this.
Maybe you’ve kept your distance, unsure if a love like this could really be for you.
Or maybe—you know Him—but you’ve drifted, and this is your gentle reminder.

Wherever you find yourself… His love is still reaching.

So here’s my invitation to you:

Lean in.
Get curious.
Open your heart again.

Talk to Him like you would someone you love.
Sit with His words.
Let His grace meet you right where you are—not where you think you need to be first.

Because this kind of love?

It’s not just meant to be admired.

It’s meant to be received… and shared.

And I promise you…

He’s worth it.