Normalcy Set Standards

All around me, I see off-kilter representations of lack-luster love. Week long friendships are turning into lusty relationships, hearts are being stolen away, and the sacred is being tainted. It is so disheartening, so wrong, and so twisted.

Whatever happened to protecting the sacred?

My heart is so full. It is bursting at the seams, and it's contents are threatening to escape. Filled with my King's passion, Love, dreams, and desires, my heart wants to be held, nurtured, and protected. Hardly anything around me gives any hope of that happening any time soon. I am in the middle of a culture that tells me nothing I hold dear in my heart is sacred. All around me, men and women alike are spraying the hidden contents of their hearts all over anybody who even begins to ask! I refuse to have normalcy set standards and live as the world begs me. It hurts me to see women (especially) pour their hearts out onto men only for them to let it slide off them and become trampled under their feet. Every once and a while, he might cup his hands and catch as he can, but even then, some of it leaks through his fingers. And when the relationship ends, the woman is left empty because she trusted her man to fill her. Isn't it so backwards?

I am not against love. If you've read anything I've ever written, you'd know that is far from the truth. I am a lover of love, but a hater of lust and watered-down love. Love, pure love, is beautiful and can only be given if it is first received from God. I hope love will be written into my story someday, but praise God, I'm waiting for one who counts the contents of my heart as sacred and worth fighting for. This guy will not even threaten to pry my heart open, but will instead work especially hard to protect it from the world and its filth. He may see the contents of my heart through the clarity of my love for God and His people, but he wont seek to acquire my heart until he has its Maker's permission. This guy, I hope, will even be pleased with my decisions to defy normalcy and keep my heart for the One I love most and later, for him. He will love me for my character and know I'm beautiful because I carry my Savior's radiance. He'll set me apart as different and special because I refuse to be like the rest.

I don't know if a love like that exists, but in valiant and mighty effort to defy normalcy set standards, I wait with open hands held out to my King.