Day 3- Your First Love

Well, I'll be the brave one. I'll admit it. My husband is not my first love. When I was in high school I dated a guy (who shall remain nameless) for nearly 2 years. We were best friends. We spent lots of time together... you know, typical high school sweet heart relationships. As with many of these high school relationships, life changed after high school. We went to two different colleges in two different towns. We grew. We changed. Bad decisions were made and it ended. I learned a lot from "boy who shall remain nameless". Mostly, I learned that people can love you one moment and disappoint you the next. I learned to stand up for myself. I learned that I deserve someone who would never hurt me or make the choices that were made by "boy who shall remain nameless". I learned what a real true broken heart feels like. I learned to stand on my own two feet and to be my very own person.
Eventually I learned that this was all part of God's plan. God was preparing me for Jake. For my husband. He knew that Jake needed a woman who is independent. He needed a woman who will stand up for herself and her family and what she believes in. He needed a woman who knows to stand at his side and stand behind him to back him up all at the same time. God knew that I needed to understand that people will hurt you, but Jake never will. I trust Jake with my heart, my life... because I learned what it looks like to not be able to trust someone. I am so thankful for that lesson.
I am thankful for my first love, because it prepared me for my true love.