My Perfect Man

As I sit here, I have come to realize that my searching for someone to love me is a crazy idea. I find that I want to search and look until I find the perfect man. I long to be cherished and loved, fulfilled and protected. Then I realized that I didn't have to look any further. The perfect man had been right under my nose all the time.

In my head, there is a picture of my ideal man. Some of the characteristics are physical. Is he going to have dark hair or fair? Blue eyes or brown? Is he going to be tall or short? Stocky or thin? But more than that, there is a list of characteristics that show his personality, his inner being. I picture a strong man, a man’s man (who still looks good in pink). Yet even though he can move a piano by himself, he is gentle. He can comfort a crying child or tenderly hold a baby. I picture a man who is a spiritual leader. He cares about what God cares about. He prays and witnesses. He longs to love the Lord more. I also picture a man who can provide for me. I want to feel secure in the knowledge that he is working to pay the bills. I long for a man who can make me feel cherished, loved, who can make me feel like I am the most important person in the world to him. I want a man who has proved himself to me. Funny, smart, humble, romantic, the list goes on and on. Many single young women tend to have a list like this. Some may be more specific. Others may be more general but it is clear that women are designed to want a relationship.

As I review this list, I am continually struck anew with this reality: that I have found someone who matches this description and more. I love a man who has given everything for me. He is a Prince. His father is a King. His Father also loves me, but I am unworthy to be His Son’s bride. Because I was unworthy, this man gave up his throne, his very life, for me.

As I considered this man’s desire to love me, I could see in His life that He is just what He told me He is. As I reflected on my life, I could see where I was not what I thought I was. I have for some time known that this man loves me, yet I treated Him like nothing more than a casual acquaintance, a sort of relative that I could go to for help when I am in trouble. His father is always willing to give me what I ask for. I knew that I ought to love this man, that I was required to love this man because of His love for me. I was, however, mistakenly under the impression that these feelings of love would be generated naturally, that they would just show up in my heart. I thought, “Isn’t that what always happens? I mean you meet a man and just fall in love with him.” Then I realized that those initial feelings are usually a physical attraction. Not just in the way he may or may not look, but a connection of personality and temperament. True love comes when you find out that person’s weaknesses and negative points and choose to overlook them and work around them. The most amazing thing is that the man who loves me is perfect in that he has no negative points or faults. I realized I had to make a conscious decision to love him.

One of the more difficult aspects of this is that I can’t see him. He can’t come to me yet and so I am waiting for him. But then I realized that many people have long distance relationships. I have to make a point of thinking about him, reminding myself of him daily. The glorious part is that I can talk to him at any time. He has given me a love letter, through which he speaks to me. The Lord has proved himself, time and again, worthy of my love and devotion. There is nothing more He could have given. For me, He allowed Himself to be bruised and scorned. He gave up His throne in Heaven to come for me, a commoner. He is a Prince, a King. The perfect man. He is the ultimate spiritual leader. He is man of hard work. He gave up everything for me! This is a glorious love story, my love story. It is a love story I must share with others.