|My best friend and I headed to Jr. Prom.|
It was the same in my first year of college, although attending one of the top music schools in the country, knowing how to wield a sax was more of a draw than a setback.
What I can see now that I couldn't see so much at the time was the thing that I enjoyed so much about dating was that I was actively being pursued. In fact, I dated people that I knew I had no future with just because I enjoyed the feeling of being wanted. This was true from the boy who pursued my first kiss right up to the boy who followed me to my car every day after class in college and eventually pursued my hand in marriage.
Recently, I was going through one of those boxes, you know the kind you stuff with little what-nots from high school that you will never use again, but just like to have so you can prove to your kids that you actually know a little something about being 16. I came across something that flooded me with memories of how good it felt to be pursued by someone who loved me unconditionally - even at 15, which believe me, defies all reason. As I looked at it, I realized it was time to let it go. Literally. Not just because I'm married and the only man that I should want to want me is the man I sleep with every night (who coincidentally is my husband).
But more-so because I realized I shouldn't find my worth from any man pursuing me, even the one I sleep with every night.
My worth should be settled solely on being pursued by the God who made the universe. And His pursuit is relentless. Even when I turn my back on Him, yell and scream at Him, or ignore Him completely, still He pursues. I am worth something because He made me. I am worth something because He is willing to pursue me to the ends of the earth, or the end of myself. Like the parable in Luke 15 where the shepherd is willing to leave the 99 sheep to find the one who wandered, my God will never give up His pursuit. And it is not because I'm perfect. All of the boys who have ever pursued me, including my husband, will attest to that.
It is because I am His child.
And so are you.
You may not know it yet. Or you may not believe it, but God is pursuing you. And like a lovesick teenager, He won't stop until you notice Him. Maybe in a sunrise. Maybe in a storm. Maybe in the sparkle of your baby's eyes. Maybe not until you hit rock bottom and have no where else to look. But once you notice Him, He will keep pursuing you to the ends of the earth, or the end of yourself.
And when you really let that set in, that the God who made the universe takes the time to chase little old you, it doesn't matter if you give the high school letter jacket back to your first boyfriend. It doesn't matter if your husband doesn't always look at you like he did when you were first dating. It only matters that the One who rules the universe, who rises and sets the sun, who gave you breath, who is all powerful and all good . . . it matters that He knows you to the very core and despite that, He will never give up His pursuit. He will never stop wanting you.
Now that's a love story I can live with.