  All throughout our lives we seem to have one thing that follows us wherever we go, and however old we get - the pursuit for love. We love and then we let go only to search for another love again. When I was nine years old I felt the love of God for the first time. I didn't know what that kind of love felt like, though I knew that's what I wanted when I felt it. From that time until now, I have pursued that love, day after day. My idea of love has grown and stretched to excessive degrees. At nine, though you can feel love, you do not have the understanding of its depth - Life and experience can only teach you that. God has shown me that love is real in the good times as well as the bad. God has shown me that love can be hard when we want it to be gentle; love can be silent when you want to hear its voice; love can scream when all you want is silence.
His love goes beyond what we understand it to be. Over my life I have become dependent on God's love. I have dreamed of all that it can be - a love that not only do I pursue, but one that pursues me.
I have taken off the limits of love in my mind, and come to believe that love is not just what I've already experienced, but it's everything that I have fathomed it could be. So, I search, I dream, I pursue - this love - only to find out that as much as I run to find it, it's running to find me. Thank you Lord, for letting me love me to the degree I want to, and I dream to. With you, anything is possible. 
