April Fools!

And surprisingly enough, there have been no pranks or any foolery going on around me all day. Hosanna. Oh, it's also Palm Sunday =D (I celebrated by sticking a palm branch in my back windshield wiper -hosanna in the back!)

What has been on my mind lately, and most vividly today, is love.
Do you remember what it was like falling in love? Or thinking you were falling in love? Or seeing love on movies and wanting it so bad it almost hurt?
Do you remember the excitement of somebody new in your life who says and does all the right things, that make all your insides go haywire? And you can't help but think that the end goal, the end thing, is falling hopelessly head-over-heels in love?
I LOVE those feelings! Cause I'm a girl and because God designed all of us for relationships! But one thing that struck me pretty hard today was the saying, "Remember your first love." In reference to Jesus.
I can tell you exactly how I felt the first time a guy told me he loved me: the roller coaster feeling in my stomach, fighting to breathe normally, my palms sweating, getting dizzy and light-headed, and just giddy. But thinking about the fact that from the very first time I heard about Jesus, it was that He loved me. Then growing up and developing a relationship with Him, I discovered His love on an even deeper level and it became more real to me through various experiences. I put Him in the place of a best friend when I didn't have one, and I put Him in the place of my romance when action with guys was lacking.
But I can honestly say that I've never had the physical rush of whatever when I hear that Jesus loves me. It's always with guys, always with my kids at work, always with my close friends; always with something irrelevant compared to Him, especially in the long run.
I don't like that at all!
I want to go back to my first love, NOT because I loved it first, but because He first loved ME. Not because when I was ready I wanted to give Him my life and my all, but because He had already given His life, His all, His everything to me and it was because of nothing I did but because He loved me.
I want to live with that rush; that thrill and excitement and love look that comes from long term marriages or new couples. I want to be so caught up and distracted in that fact - that solid fact - that nothing can wipe the smile off my face, the spring in my step, or the giddy-ness in my smile.
I want to go to my first love.