Sharing a little moment about my visit at the Taj Mahal.
I saw the freaking Taj Mahal, one of the wonders of the world. I was absolutely, positively awestruck. I started my morning at 04:15AM on FaceTime trying to get a glimpse of my best friends wedding. Their love is priceless, timeless, and it was the perfect day to see this incredible building built out of love. See, I was antsy from the start. I couldn’t wait to get in! I walked through the gate smiling my biggest of bigs Disneyland-with-dole-whip-in-hand-smile. I freaked out the second I got a glimpse of the iconic tomb. This place is massive. I was babbling, telling the people I was with to pinch me because I really thought I was dreaming. I could not believe I was witnessing this breathtaking commemoration. An Emperor built the Taj Mahal for his wife and buried her there. Talk about a love gift. After hundreds of pictures and the countless times I said, “oh my gosh” I finally sat down for a moment alone. A few minutes to just sit and take it all in. I sat there thinking of what an grand love story this is. What an honor to be loved so dearly by someone that they would build something so magnificent it would be remembered forever, as would your love and your story. The story behind the Taj Mahal is completely underrated for all you romantics. Romeo and Juliet, The Notebook, even Titanic doesn’t come close to this love story. They don’t even belong on the same spectrum. And there I was, in total wonder of this remarkable work of art and it dawned on me. (Yes, this is totally the part where I bring it back to Jesus). I couldn’t believe I was forgetting about the most epic love story of all time ever. Jesus. God loves us so much! He didn’t simply make us all one of our very own mini baby Taj Mahal’s for when we inevitably kick the bucket. Nope, His love is better than even that. He sent His only Son to die for us. To take away our shame completely and give us free access to the Father. Dying for all people’s so that they could be made new, forgiven, and redeemed forever, now that’s a love story I am excited about. That’s one I want to share. How I entered the gates of the Taj Mahal is how I should enter into His presence, wiggling with excitement and anticipation of His goodness. With a squeal of giddy joy, and the “oh my gosh” factor raised to an all time high. This really is the ultimate love story. I stood up, walked to the Taj Mahal, rested my hand on the white marble and said, “my King loves me more”.
