Blossoming Love

I can say with absolute certainty that a large part of my life was spent chasing Love.

I looked high and low. In dark places and light places. I looked at others. I looked all around me - just searching for Love - out there.

I always thought that Love was to be found in another person. The problem was - I went through a lot of people looking for it. I hurt a lot of people looking for it and leaving the second I didn't see it in them.

Then one day I gave up. I was done looking. I was done fighting. I was done wishing.

And sometime between that day and sitting in a dark season of 'giving up on life and love.'

Love came looking for me.

And I didn't know at the time exactly how powerful this Love was and how it would stop at absolutely nothing until it finally reached my heart.

But, before I had a chance to blink, the tables had turned.

Love came and lifted my chin and looked in my eyes, deep into my soul - and seen right through every facet of my being, right through my outside facade, my mask, it gently and gracefully saw the condition of my heart, and it sat with me in my despair, for a really long time.

It sat with me until I was ready to look up again, to look back at love, and meet its eyes with wonder and awe.

And it would do something to my heart that only Love can do.

All that time I thought I had wasted searching, all that pain and despair, it was not done in vain.

Love saw me searching, and it was searching right back, but I didn't see it.

Love was blossoming the entire time.

I was simply too blind to see.

But Love, it patiently waited until just the right time. The most perfect moment, to open my eyes.

It knew what it was doing all along.

It was not sitting idly by watching my heart break.

It was waiting for me to invite it inside. 

And one day, when Love got me strong enough to stand up and give up on giving up and face the days again - I decided to look back.

And instead of pain, error, mistakes, grief, and heartache, what I saw was mightily different.

Love had followed up behind me this entire time of my search - and was picking up my pieces - my brokenness - my hunt for Love in all the wrong places - it was carrying them on its own back, on its own body, barely any more room to hold another thing.

It had followed up behind me without me even knowing it, and it had planted seeds every step of the way in replacement of the things it had picked up.

Seeds as far back as the eye could see.

Seeds that would without a doubt ensure that when the moment came for my eyes to be awakened to this Love, and when the moment came that I was ready to see with new eyes, I would see something different behind me.

Blossoming Love.

All the way back to the beginning.

It was the most beautiful sight to see, the most inspiring thing one could ever experience.

Love had followed up behind me the whole way.
Chasing me down.
Relentlessly.
Unwavering.
Unable to give up on me.
Love would find a way to reach me.
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And when it did, I would know without a doubt in my mind that Love had finally blossomed.

Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23:6

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Blossoming Love Seed Tin