Life on Pursuit

I've never truly been in love, but I've fallen for the idea of it. I've always used my mind rather than my heart in relationships—being drawn to the concept of the person and convincing my heart to follow. I never really understood why I did this. Maybe I believed no one else would love me, so I should take what I could get, or perhaps it stemmed from a lesson my mother taught me long ago: to be with someone who loved me more than I loved them. Or maybe I was just incapable of loving someone that way. Whatever the reason, I knew there was a deeper root to uncover, and I realized it was tied to my sense of self-worth. A long time ago, I believed the lie that I didn't deserve love. I had no idea where this belief came from, but it contradicted every declaration of love for me in the Word of God . That lie lingered for years, and I truly thought I would never experience love or get married. I don't think I even fully understood Christ's love for me, but it was a se...

"Comfort, yes, comfort my people"!  Says your God.  "Speak comfort to Jerusalem and cry out to her,  that her warfare is ended, that her iniquity is pardoned;  for she has received from the Lord's hand  double for all her sins"  ( Isaiah 40:1 ).   “You are forgiven.” Relief washed over me like a tide. As she spoke of God fulfilling the deepest desires of my heart, tears began to fall—hers and mine. I felt so undeserving, like I had been overlooked and discounted. But in that sacred moment, I knew: God had seen me. He had heard the cries I hadn’t dared to speak aloud. And He answered. It was a time of pure grace—quiet, holy, and wrapped in the arms of unconditional love. It was a moment that was shared between my sister and me—one I’ll never forget. In my last blog , I spoke of meeting someone while on vacation, but beneath the surface, my heart was in turmoil, and I carried it silently. Then, in the stillness of an early morning...