#Luckiestgirl #Lovestory

February is known as the "month of love." It's a month where couples post on Facebook how much they love their significant other, they tweet to them, they leave sweet notes on the mirror for their spouse, and plan an extravagant dinner and buy presents and flowers, and okay you get the point. I'm about to be very honest with you. I've never really wanted a huge wedding. I mean yes, what girl doesn't dream about dresses, colors, flowers, cake and first dances? I even have my "How Sweet It Is" board on Pinterest that has all sorts of wedding ideas but I doubt I'll ever put any of it to use. I want a wedding and I want to be married but I don't want to be caught up in all the fluff. I don't really think about my "dream proposal." Of course, I've been on YouTube and watched countless videos of amazing proposals; crowds of family and friends all lip-syncing the couple's favorite song as the man escorts his soon-to-be fiancé to a candlelit beach at sunset. I just don't give much thought to what my own proposal might look like. I don't have the slightest idea of the ring I'd want. Sure, I've admired engagement rings on other women. Yes, I've gone to try on engagement rings but in all honesty, I still had no idea what kind of ring I would like. I skim through Jared or Helzberg Diamond catalogues when they come in the paper. Don't get me wrong, I love diamonds as much as the next girl but I don't have the cut, color and clarity of the diamond picked out awaiting my future husband's credit card. I have the God-given desire to be married and it seems to intensify with age. Maybe it's the fact that others my age are all trying the knot or maybe it's because graduating college, marriage, child birth and death are the only major milestones that I haven't crossed off of my list. I've spent time praying about marriage and the desire to be in a relationship. But, I've been thinking about the whole idea of marriage and it's the symbolism of it all that matters. Not the ring, the sobbing that occurs when saying vows or the romantic proposal. When I notice a lady who is wearing a wedding ring.. I think "lucky her!" Not lucky because she has a huge rock on her hand, but because she's been chosen. She's different. It means that a man is so in love with her that he can't picture his life without her. Chosen. I want to feel set apart. I want to feel special, chosen, and unique. I want others to look at me and say, "wow, lucky her!" Not lucky because of my ring, but because I have been chosen. Here's the thing though. Because I wanted that feeling, I settled and entered into a meaningless relationship that I changed who I was because I thought the guy was special enough. I was going to be called "lucky." I was going to be chosen. Then I woke up. I came back to my first love. A man that loves me for exactly who I am. Yea, I changed some things for Him but these were changes for my good. Rather than getting down on one knee and asking for my hand, this man got on a cross and asked for my sins. This man chose me, set me apart, and took time to write my ending before my beginning. He knows my thoughts before I think them and I love spending time with Him. I can walk with my head high now. It has nothing to do with who is around me. It has everything to do with who lives in me. With who loves me. With who chose me. With who proposed to me, on a cross, long before I was born. I dare you to find a better love story than that. With all this being said, use this "month of love" to shine bright for Jesus. Go back to your first love. You are chosen by Jesus. Set apart by Jesus. Rest content knowing that you are one of the luckiest people in the world.