Day Three - Your First Love
When I think about my first love, only one thing comes to mind. It's not Jason. It's not some random guy in middle/high school. It's not even Brayden. My first love goes by many names, is always there for me, and knew me before I was born.
He came to Earth as a baby in manger. He lived thirty-three years in human form, then died on a cross. Some refuse his teachings, and some deny that he existed at all. I was raised in church, meaning that we went every Sunday. I was baptized when I was seven years old. Since that day I have done a lot of soul searching. I have made PLENTY of mistakes. I am no where near perfect and I will never claim to be. My Jesus has never left me though. Or given up on me. As much as I love my wonderful husband, our sweet baby boy, and my other family members/friends, none of that compares to the relationship I have with the Author of Love. Without Him the rest wouldn't exist.
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