My First Love

My Father

There’s someone I want to talk to you about. I love Him so much and I get stuck in my head too many times figuring out how best to tell the world about him and it finally hit me today. Write about Him.

This isn’t my first time writing about Him, but I think this is my first time talking about who He really is to me. You know, where it started from. I don’t know all the details, so, consider this the first of a series He will continue with me.

My best friend. My first love. The only One who has truly seen me and still does. The only One who has been there for me, with me, all my life till this day, and even forevermore.

You see, I’m beginning to accept that I’m actually a romantic, and I have always fantasized about life and what I want out of it. I have lived in my head, my imaginations for a long time. I used to have this bubble that was my safe space. I’d always run to it when the world wasn’t playing to the script I wanted it to, or felt uncomfortable. I’d run to it when people weren’t how I wanted them to be. I’d run to it to just be by myself and be in my own company.

All along I didn’t know someone was with me in that bubble. You know Him too, you just haven’t allowed yourself really see Him.

You see, I found out recently that He draws people to Himself. That the result of the fall created this wall, this barrier between us and Him and there’s so much darkness, so many lies and a lot of noise that stand in the way of us finding Him, seeing Him, getting close to Him.

But He has this consistent character of love and faithfulness especially to His creations. Therefore, He is always pursuing us and chasing after us. He sees us no matter how high He sits. He finds the areas His light can pierce through and He begins to chase away the darkness. Debunk the lies, and tear down the walls. All with the mission to help us find Him.

Why?

Because when we find Him, then the world makes sense. Every question in our heart about life itself, the world, people, our present and our future, especially after the curtains close on our lives, finally has answers. The right answers. The only TRUE answers. They all come from Him. He starts to answer our questions. He begins to make sense of this dark world for us.

Everyone has that question about the essence of life and living and there are many variations of what that answer may be, but in Him lies the only True Answer. He tells us the truth about life, how it started and how it ends.

So this is who found me, in my bubble. In my world. In my imaginations. In my own space. He gently crashed in because unbeknownst to me, I had started to slip into the darkness, fall into the depths of a deep abyss with no knowledge or awareness of it.

To my surprise, He had already begun a long time before I eventually caught up. He had started from the beginning. Even before I created my bubble. From the moment that race began in my mother’s womb. He intentionally picked me out of all my mama’s eggs and He started to weave me, form me in my mama’s womb.

Then He stayed with me all those months, keeping me, waiting with me to come out into this scary world. Once I was out, He was there, with me, with my parents, with my family.

I came on a special day, you know. A Sunday. A Sabbath. The day of rest. The day He chose to rest after making our beautiful world. He started guiding me through life from that very life.

He is called Providential and looking back I see it so clearly in the environment I grew up in. It was carefully curated to carry His presence. He is the holiest of holies. He is the purest of pure. And He made sure my environment, no matter how many times I tried to make it inhabitable for His presence, allowed Him to stay with me. Bombarded me with Him truly. And all because He knew how best to reach me. He knew how my life needed to start and the experiences I needed to shape me into me. A unique being. An intentional creation.

I had so many moments where I cried growing up, trying to make sense of the world and people. Trying to fit in. Trying to understand and adjust accordingly. But all He cared about was me. Me. As I was. He wanted to meet with me. Me!

He wanted to know what I liked and didn’t like. Why I didn’t like what I liked. What made me cry and what made me laugh, all whilst already knowing this. Because He just wanted to talk with His daughter. He just wanted to have a relationship with His creation. His carefully and wonderfully crafted creation.

And so, through all the Christian materials I had access to. Through every book, devotional, cartoon. Whilst in church. In school. He kept shining His beautiful light through them all to help me find Him. To draw me close to Him. He found me and started to help me find Him too.

And I didn’t even realize all He had been doing and was doing for a long time. It took me too long to take my eyes off the world and other people and just look at Him.

The ultimate source of my peace. My joy. The purest of love. Contentment. And belonging. All along, trying to fit in with the world, with different people groups, when all along, I already belonged. With Him. In Him. I was made for Him. To fellowship with Him. To just bask in the beauty of Him and His presence.

My first love is God, Almighty. Jesus Christ. The Holy Spirit. All Three of them and One of them at the same time, met me. They all met me. He met me. He found me. He loved me first.

And so, I have duties to Him, and I desire to live for Him and I will. I’ll keep talking about Him no matter how or what or why or where or when. Because He is my safe place and quite a lot of people’s safe place also. All around the world.

This is my sharing my safe space.

Sharing my experience with Him.

This is my story.

Yours may be a little bit different than mine. He met me in the best way He could meet me because He knows me better than I know myself. I know He met you differently, or maybe for you, He is actively reaching out to you.

Allow Him to meet you.

Allow the Only Love you truly need in this life and the next, find you. Just like He found me.

If you’ve already met with your Creator like I have, I would love to hear how He chased you down and found you if you don’t mind sharing……