I know. It sounds a little crazy. But I swear it's true.
And this is all I heard before leaving the states.
"Rachel you're gonna come back a bride!"
"You're gonna meet someone in Korea I just know it."
Despite me being adamant about not falling in love in Korea, I'm shocked to say that it's happening. And now my family gets to tell me "I told you so."
So, how do I know it's love? I can only guess by what I've seen in movies and what I've witnessed in the love shared between my happily married or coupled friends and family. There's the unspoken intimacy, they always have a shoulder to cry on,there's trust, patience, tons of frustrations, and lots of forgiveness... I know this because I'm starting to react in ways that I haven't before. I want to know more about him. I want to spend more time with him.
He makes me laugh.
He listens to all of my petty problems and always lends a listening ear.
He embraces me when I'm upset.
He rebukes the lies that tell me I'm worthless and constantly reminds me of my value (Which--kind of hard to admit but--in my silly humanness I need to be reminded of often)
He's mended my broken heart, kept me company in loneliness, never gets tired of spending time with me, and never leaves me. (Psalm 139:7)
He is familiar with all of my ways.
He knows what I'm going to say before I say it. (Psalm 139:3-4)
He tells me I'm perfect. And I am.
Because He knit me together.
He molded me from a piece of his heart. (Pslm 139:13)
Does he send me flowers? PSH! He sends me forests with leaves like the sunset.
Dinner dates? PSH! A special reservation at the table in His Kingdom.
He gently wakes me with every sunrise and kisses every sunset.
He's written me a lifetime of love letters.
The list goes on...
My only regret is that I can never love Him as much as He loves me. The only thing I can do is extend His love to the people around me.
Which, I admit, can be difficult with some people... but He's a great and patient teacher.
I came to Korea wanting to avoid falling in love at all costs. I had no interest in becoming a bride at 25.
And now I've come to realize that the prime reason I've been sent to Korea is to fall in love...
...and that I was already a bride before my arrival here; pursued, protected and loved.
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