the Choosing

the love story to me is so fascinating because there is a moment when the choosing takes place. maybe it happens in the first moment, or the twentieth moment, or the two thousandth moment. maybe it happens after months of agonizing, romanticizing, pursuing, and considering. maybe it happens after a brush with death, or with illness, or with loss. maybe it's a slowing dawning, a tender awakening, a silent warmth spreading within. regardless, the moment arrives, usually at the proposal.

the choosing is pivotal, it is historical.

the choosing is permanent, it is final.

the choosing is long-lasting and it is legacy creating.

the choosing is an indelible mark in time, a shift that cannot be reversed.

it's truly fascinating.

boy meets girl.

girl falls in love.

boy proposes.

boy and girl marry.

legacy begins.

consider these words,

"The Lord said to me,

I chose you before I gave you life,

and before you were born I selected you"

not by merit or by beauty, not by tragedy or brilliance, not be effort or humility, not by grace, or kindness, or hope, or faith, or strength, or talent, or skill, or tenacity.

You were chosen before you saw your self...sight unseen to your eye.

You were chosen before you accomplished and were awarded, before you sinned and before you failed.

You were chosen.

You were loved.

You are.

And that kind of choosing, though I struggle to fathom it's depth, is breathtaking.