Valentine’s Day is almost here, so here’s a sweet throwback post, just for you.♥
I met the man who was to become my husband when I was nineteen years old. At first no one took me seriously, because I had never been serious about anyone before. My closest friends teased me and joked that this new relationship would probably only last for about two weeks and then it would be over, because that’s how it had been for me up until then… But this time was different.
My friends soon became aware of the difference in me, as I lit up whenever I talked about him, and talked about him constantly. I began spending less and less time with them, and wanted to spend more and more time with him. When we left campus,for our hometowns in different cities during holiday breaks , I would miss him terribly and couldn’t wait to be with him again. While at home on break, I would curl up in bed with my mom each night and, like two girls at a slumber party, I’d tell her all about him, talking non-stop, all night long…
In Revelation 2:4-5, Jesus says to the church at Ephesus, “... you have left your first love…repent and do the first works…” I think about the first works or actions of a person experiencing a first love, and I ask myself, “Am I still doing the first works?” Do I still light up whenever I talk about my Savior? Do I still speak of Him constantly? Am I spending more time with Him than I do with less important activities? If I haven’t read my bible in a while, do I miss it? Could I stay up all night, talking and sharing about His love and His faithfulness? Asking these questions stirs the heart, renews enthusiasm, and awakens a fresh start.
“May the Lord reignite the spark that fueled our first works, and may we continue to rekindle our first love for Him, Who first loved us.”