Remembering Your First Love
Emotions: Feeling Deeply
This week we’re exploring one of the most vulnerable memories most of us carry…
The first time we fell in love.
Maybe it was beautiful. Maybe it was awkward. Maybe it was confusing. Maybe it was one of those experiences that felt enormous at the time and tenderly human in hindsight.
But whatever else it was, it opened something.
That’s what love does.
It makes us receptive. It charges ordinary things with meaning. A song becomes more than a song. A message becomes more than a message. Another person’s presence begins to change the emotional atmosphere of our lives.
This week, we’re not using first love as nostalgia.
We’re using it as a doorway.
A doorway into longing, vulnerability, tenderness, fear, hope, and the strange courage of letting another person matter.
Now, let’s listen to what first love still remembers in us.
Peace, Bo
www.evolvingchristianfaith.net
When your heart opened
Day 1/5 (Awareness)
My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away,
for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away.—Song of Songs 2:10–13 (NRSVUE)
Good morning,
The first time you fell in love may have been beautiful, awkward, confusing, overwhelming, or all of that at once.
But however it happened, something in you opened.
That matters.
This week, we’re not using “falling in love” as nostalgia.
We’re using it as a doorway into your emotional life.
What did it feel like when your heart became porous to another person? What did longing do in you? What did hope awaken? What did vulnerability expose?
Love teaches us something about being alive.
Journal prompt
When you remember the first time you fell in love, what feeling rises most clear?
A prayer to close
God of the opened heart,
meet me in the memory of tenderness.
Bless what awakened in me.
Hold what became vulnerable.
Let love teach me gently.
Amen.
