About a week and a half ago Mike took me out on a really nice date. I'd bought a cocktail dress a while back and commented on how I hadn't had the opportunity to wear it yet; a couple nights later he got me off work early and told me to dress up. Mike took me to DaVinci's, a super nice restaurant in town, for drinks and appetizer. When we came back to the base he brought me into the cafe, which him and some of the guys had completely transformed for our date. We had a nice, very private steak dinner and even danced a little.
During our little getaway I realized how privileged I am to be apart of romance. God's heart is to love us, to romance us. What greater love than one who laid down his life for me? God is always pursuing and fighting for my heart my heart. Mikes love for me is nothing compared to the love of God, but it is part of His desire for me, to be loved and pursued by a man after His own heart.
I recently reread 'Black', by Ted Dekker. In the book he refers to Gods love, as the Great Romance. God chooses, pursues, rescues and woos us. I think that describes it very well.
I get married in 8 days!
