Love...

I have been spending a lot of time dreaming about falling in love. When I think about it, i feel so silly that this is what I think about. I feel like I am in high school all over again doodling hearts on all my papers, and writing endless poems about love. The more I look back on it, I wonder if I even knew what I was writing of. At the time, I was pretty sure I knew exactly what I was talking about! I think I have always been this way. By that I mean, I have always been this hopeful (i prefer hopeful over hopeless because love is not hopeless) romantic. I am a super huge fan of those super cheesy lovey dovey chick flicks. I blame Nicholas Sparks and the people who wrote Aladdin, and a select few other disney movies. I keep waiting for my Landon Carter (A Walk to Remember) to come and fall in love with me. Or my Aladdin to come and fight to have my hand in marriage. Or even my very own Ryan Reynolds to come and win me over with his charming good looks and cheesy personality. I am sure it is safe to say that none of these will happen, mainly because I do not live in the movies! Yet I still wait..
The more I spend time thinking about these things, the more I begin to talk to God. These conversations do not always start with happiness, sometimes just great confusion and me being upset. But by the end of every conversation, no matter how it has started I always am filled with such an amazing peace. A peace that reminds me, that I am part of one of the greatest love stories to ever be written, and that my leading man is way better then Aladdin, Landon Carter, and any of Ryan Reynolds characters combined, because my leading man is Jesus! And with Him as the author of my life and my love and my heart, then I know and take comfort in the fact that things will fall into His plan.
Oh Father, how I anxiously wait to meet the man you have planned for me!