“There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is the finger of God on a man’s shoulder.”
—Charles Morgan
As much as I denied it at the time—especially to myself—I’m pretty sure I started falling in love with Daniel by date #2.
From the very beginning, I knew he was different from other men I’d dated—men who were quickly looking more like boys in comparison. For starters, I was awed by all the planning and detail he put into our time together. After just one date’s worth of research, he’d noted my affinity for Thai food and our mutual love of peanut butter, and he lost no time making those things happen.
After picking me up for our second date—an auspicious beginning already—he took me to a cute little Thai place and surprised me later with peanut butter cookies that he’d made himself. (He also brought an envelope full of embarrassing childhood photos, sparked by something of a bet we’d made on date #1, but that’s a topic for another post.)
For the first time in my life I felt truly pursued…in awe that such a quality man would put himself out there for me and go through metaphorical fires on my behalf. I felt chosen, singled out, desired…which was all the more spine-tingling coming from someone like Daniel.
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I’ve believed in God for as long as I can remember. As a kid, I’d lie in bed looking at the glow-in-the-dark cross on my dresser, believing with all my childlike heart that God was watching over me as my heavenly Father. In junior high, I clung to the belief that he was the Friend who would never fail me, even when my earthly friends were fickle at best. When I got my first real job and moved out on my own, I started seeing God as my Provider. Over the years, I’ve come to see God as my Lord, my Redeemer, my Rock.
But never as my Pursuer.
It wasn’t until true love snuck up on me that God unveiled his pursuing, grace-filled side in a whole new way. To have someone see inside me and love me anyway—for him to get to know the real me, ugly parts and all, and still accept me—has given me a window into the even more mind-boggling grace of God.
Wherever you find yourself today—whether you’re longing to be loved by someone or whether your heart is so full it could burst—know that you are loved. You are chosen. You are being pursued. And the One who pursues you is just waiting for you to say yes to date #2.
Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me
all the days of my life.
—Psalm 23:6
Stephanie, this is always how I have felt about Danny’s love for me–God’s tangible grace in my life. You write so beautifully and it fills my heart with joy to know you feel loved 🙂
Aww, thanks for the sweet words, Nichole! So glad God gave us both our Dans. 🙂
Beautiful, Stephanie!
Thanks, Lu! We both got a special gift the same day last year!
There was no doubt that both of you were lost in love by date 3. But just to confirm my suspicions all you have to do is answer this question: Was there anyone else on the streets at the Wheaton 4th of July Parade in 2010 other than Big D and for him his Steph-a-nie?
Wait, there was a parade? I only saw Daniel that day… 🙂