A Boy Brushed Red

It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside.

Maybe we're all still waiting for our Prince. The one who will fall down on bended knee, bowing his head in reverence, just at the very sight of our grace and beauty. His eyes will have known only innocence, and his mind will be an endless canvas of truth and purity. Before you mock this child-like vision of love, ponder with me for a moment. Weren't we made for love? True love? Untainted, pure, sacrificial, endless, sanctified, holy love? It's no wonder this desire lives within the heart of every woman. We were made to love, and to be loved. To be cherished, protected, reverenced, and loved. The fact that every girl wants this kind of love doesn't make her naive or foolish, no, indeed. It reassures her that she was made for a purpose: LOVE. To be loved by her Creator, and for her to love Him in return. The issue that abounds is where this desire for love takes us women. Maybe we're searching in all the wrong places for the fulfillment that we so desperately need. I know I've firsthand found loves finest counterfeit. It glistens, telling you what you want to hear, and promising you things it can never keep. But maybe we've already been found. Maybe we're already home. Maybe the Love we would die to have, has already died to save us. Redirect, refocus. So many girls want a man who would die for them, yet they overlook the one Man who has already died for them. His love has been proven; tried and true. Maybe love is all a hoax, but maybe it's everything we need.
Maybe He's everything we need.

He's all I need.


[this is not about what you've done,
but what's been done for you.
this is not about where you've been,
but where your brokenness brings you to]