I didn’t feel in love.
Kristen and Caleb
As confused as I was about my feelings, I distinctly remember how strange it was to end our phone calls with just “Good night” and not “Good night, I love you.” I bit my tongue and often almost said “I love you!” many times. I had to stop myself.
I didn’t feel in love – I wanted to know where those stupid butterflies were! They were still caterpillars, but they were there. Not in the form I imagined, or the way I was looking for them…
I am always encouraged to read or hear of a love story that truly reflects God's fingerprint, His perfect timing, and the evidence of God in each of the individual's lives. Love stories that were not manipulated or brought about by human scheming; each detail was obviously constructed by our Creator. Love stories that are a picture of Christ continually wooing and winning His bride; loving us when we least deserve it and accepting all of the ugly. Love stories in which the man desires to lead and the woman wants to be led and loved like the church. It helps me to believe that the kind of dreams and prayers that we all should have are not too big.




