My husband Scott is constantly doing things that remind me of Jesus. He’s selfless, generous, and he is daily laying himself down for our family. Perhaps the most Christ-like thing I’ve seen him do though happened early on in our dating relationship.
We started dating in August of my senior year of high school and Scott’s sophomore year of college. We were both young and had never dated anyone else. While I was reserved and shy to jump into the relationship, Scott dove in headfirst. He was forever proving to me that his feelings were genuine and real. He drove down from school every weekend to see me, sometimes just for a morning, he showered me with flowers and gifts, he made an effort to genuinely get to know my friends and family, he was a perfect gentleman. On one specific afternoon, he drove the hour and a half it took him to get to my house from his University just to catch me in the half hour break I had between school and play practice to give me flowers. Even still, I was slower to give my whole heart.
Scott and I when we were dating.
This was made painfully obvious the first time he said he loved me. He said, “I love you.” I said, “Thank you.”
I know! I feel terrible about it now! He hadn’t given me any reason not to love him, yet I still didn’t say it back to him. I just let those three, beautiful words hang in the air like a wrecking ball about to fall back into my sweet, future husband’s heart. I just wasn’t ready to say it back yet and, like the perfect, patient gentleman that he is, Scott accepted my hesitance and didn’t pressure me.
He didn’t make me feel guilty about it or shame me for not returning his sweet sentiments. He simply continued to love me. He continued to do everything he could to spend time with me, tell me I was beautiful, give me flowers, the whole shebang. He didn’t withhold his love from me after I had withheld mine. He didn’t reign it in, guard his heart, or pressure me into saying it back. He simply loved me the way he had for months.
As you might have guessed, I did say it back eventually. A month passed before I did. A slow, painful month for him I’m sure but I got around to it. When I did though, it was like a balm to his heart. I remember sitting across the table from him when I finally said the words he had been waiting to hear and seeing his eyes fill with tears. He had loved me first, deeply and selflessly and now, he was being loved in return.
That month of watching Scott love me boldly and selflessly was one of the most Christ-like things I’ve seen anyone do. He had shown me love when I had withheld mine. He had loved me with an unrelenting love when I had been stingy and he had pursued me through it all.
That’s not the first time someone has done that for me. Scott was only walking in the footsteps of the man that had pursued me first.
“I have loved you with an everlasting love.” Jeremiah 31:3 (NIV)
Jesus is the ultimate example of selfless love. He has been proving himself worthy of our heart’s adoration for ages, better than any boyfriend ever could.
Do you need a man who wants to spend time with you? Great!
“The Lord is near to all who call on him. “ Psalm 145:18 (NIV)
Does he need to shower you with gifts to gain your love? Done!
“Every good and perfect gift is from above.” James 1:17 (NIV)
How about a man “willing to go the extra mile?” He came all the way from Heaven for goodness sakes!
“For I have come down from heaven not to do my will but to do the will of him who sent me.” John 6:38 (NIV)
God has loved us with an unrelenting and unparalleled love. He has filled the world with flowers for us, written us pages of love letters in His Word, sacrificed in profound ways for us, looked past all of our flaws, and called us beautiful in his sight.
He has pursued us, wooed us, and won us and all he asks is for in return is our devotion. Sure, you could simply sit across from him and say thank you. But why hold back? He has been jealous for your heart for ages.
Jesus loves you. Just like you are. If you dare to love Him back, I guarantee, you two will be a match made in Heaven.