What’s your first true love story? Oh, you’ve got one. We all do. As much as I’m still dreamy-eyed about the boy I married above, he wasn’t my first true love. That one far preceded junior high, braces, high hopes, and my even higher hair.
I’d have to go way back to elementary. When I relished recess and kiss chase at the ripe old age of seven. I admit, I was crushing hard on the classroom bully. I had a thing for the bad boy. The rebel. I can still see what drew me to him. He was aloof, perfectly freckled, and he had a red-haired crewcut that shone brighter than sunshine. Oh, and I can’t forget–he wore those Huskey jeans like no other.
It was a thriving romance, lasting all of a minute. Until I wacked him too hard with my jump rope. It was just a love tap. What a whimp. From then on out, our puppy love fizzled, and I met the end of my own romantic rope. As much as it hurt, it was’t true love.
My first real, lasting love came next. And my heart still goes pitter-patter for him today. Grandma played match maker. She said, “Christie, I’ve got someone special I want you to meet. Let’s go across the street so we can make the introduction.”
I walked into her neighbor’s house, filled with all things polite and pretty. She directed me to the floral print couch while I displayed my best tea party manners, hands cupped tightly and folded in my lap. As I sat timid and unsure, she put me at ease with her own grandmotherly smile and her peppermint candy.
And then she began to tell me about a love I’d never known. She pulled out a picture and asked if I knew him. I stared at the warm smile, wavy brown hair, and the kindest eyes I’d ever seen. He sure looked familiar, but I couldn’t place his name. He was laughing with kids of every color and creed. I wanted to laugh with him too.
Then she promised a life-long love with no strings attached. I could love him back, and he’d do the rest. And when I fell short, he’d still measure up. He’d be a faithful friend, a forever Father, who’d never leave my side. That he was God’s first true love who he gave just for me.
The day Mrs. Wallace, the pastor’s wife, invited me into her home, I invited my first true love into my heart. A grandma’s cares had sent me there, and no doubt a mama’s prayers had carried me there, to that seat next to Jesus. I thought it a funny name, but it sure fit the smile and the pure face of grace.
And just as she said, decades later He’s still the everlasting love that guides me in the dark and leads me in the day. And no amount of slip-ups, foul-ups and mess-ups–or thrashing jump ropes–could ever keep him away.
Now that’s my first true love story, and I’m still sticking to it. I told you mine, now you tell me yours. Whether it’s yesteryear, yesterday–or maybe yours starts today. Reminisce and share with the hearts that you love.
“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.” Matt. 19:14
“I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.” Jer. 31:3
If you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. Romans 10:9