The Love of My Life...

The Love of My Life... the phrase brings a smile to a blissful couple's face and gets an eye roll from a lonely single person. Others sum their loves up by a child, a vehicle, a sport. The love of a life can take on many forms and the desire to have one can eat a person's soul up. We think of many things as being our loves, as we should, but when do we think of Jesus as being the true love of our life? Sure we all say it because it sounds good and of course when we do it makes us more holy... who doesn't want to be more holy? But what happens when we honestly mean it? What if our entire satisfaction and validation as a person were measured in our Savior's love? I think loves are great and we should all have them, but I also feel (as a single person) that we concentrate our lives on finding that 'true love' and miss out on the fact that Jesus is already that... he's just waiting for us to accept it. I have friends who's entire lives are revolving around the idea of a boyfriend they don't even have yet. I certainly am far from figuring it out and am hoping to learn everyday, but how much more victory could I have in my life if I knew that Jesus was my one true love? I certainly hope to find that earthly true love one day, but how can I expect to find him when Jesus isn't in his proper place as my first true love? I'm ready to wake up knowing that not only does He love me like no one else can, but he gave his LIFE for me... only me. I think if I truly understood the concept of it, then I wouldn't have a problem loving Him how I should. If I woke up everyday with the knowledge that all I am is a girl in need of a Savior and that He has already saved and forgiven me... there would be a lot less lonely nights!