With so many relationships on the rocks these days, why aren’t we allowing God to get involved in this very important area in our lives.

There have been many times I was scared to ask God his opinion because I already knew what he would say or I was plain scared he would get involved and the guy I like would suddenly disappear into thin air.

Something that was hard for me to realize is even though I was saving sex for marriage and dating intentionally and doting every t and crossing every i (in my mind), God was still not the God of my love life. I had a firm grasp on the area of my life when he wanted complete control.

I thought that since I spent so much time praying about what I wanted and what I wanted God to do for me, that we were communicating. Not realizing that whenever he was trying to speak to me, I wasn’t listening.

He calmly waited on me to get my act together and finally realize that he was talking, too.

He spoke things into my heart like:

• I have such a great plan for your life, but I need you to follow me.
• What you think you want, is not really what you desire.
• I want to fulfill your deepest desire, but I need you to allow me to do it.
• Don’t go on a date with that guy
• Wait
• Hunger for me

It took a lot of devastation before I realized that those warnings were actually for my good. They weren’t to take anything away from me, but to simply remind me that he is the one who can put the best love stories together.

Not too long ago, I started trying to really make God the God over this part of my life and started doing what I believe he wanted of me. And I can’t say it was easy in fact it hurt my heart to surrender.

Something started happening when I settled down and started trying to listen.

I actually started to get this area of my life together. No it wasn’t as exciting as finding out that man had other options while he was acting like you the only one, or crying myself to sleep because I knew this wasn’t the one but I got myself involved anyways.

I didn’t spend any more church services knowing that a part of me was not where it needed to be.

Instead, I just was. Right there in the middle of my living room with me and God asking him what to do. He would lead me to passages showing me that just like the children of Isreal, my heart was not at rest in him. He was tired of me wandering.

The more I leaned into him for strength and fulfillment, the more I started healing from the broken relationships I had left behind me. Relationships that should have never made it past hello.

And this is where I found true love. Even though I had willingly ignored his warnings to protect me, he was still right there with me restoring me.

What has kept you from giving your love life to the Lord?