Love. What is it really?
Is it a feeling? Is it an action? Is it a word to describe a feeling or an action? Or is it something else.
The bible says that “…God loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him would have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)
The Bible also says that love is patient and kind and doesn’t boast in evil and a whole slew of other things.
And if you ask my Pastor, the Bible is a 66 book love letter.
So why is it so hard for us as humans to wrap our brains around love?
Maybe it’s because love is so much bigger than just a feeling or an action?
Maybe it’s not about the kisses and the gifts and what media – or social media – portray.
Maybe it ‘s about sticking through it when times get tough. (Patience)
Maybe it’s not about running our mouths when he or she has presumably done you wrong. (Kind and Not boasting in evil.)
Maybe it’s not about the flowers and kisses and warm and fuzzies; those are all just by-products.
It’s about sticking to it when you hate his guts; when you feel ultimately heartbroken, but decide to let him explain.
It’s about bending further than you’ve ever bent before only to learn that you, indeed, won’t break. Instead, your flexibility increases with every patient, kindness and not boasting in evil exercise there is.
It’s not about seeing who pulled the short stick. Maybe it’s about realizing and accepting that when you put the sticks together, you both win.
It’s about seeing you need as much growth as you think you are valuable…all without losing sight of your worth.
Books have created fantasies…Cinderalla was the greatest of them all, but as soon as we remove the Disney enamored lens, we’ll realize that love isn’t pretty. It’s messy. It doesn’t end merely with a happily ever after. Instead, the ending is more like…they worked each day ever after.
They found happy and they found love, but that was only the first step. The rest was a great big culmination of the chorus of Rhianna’s most recent hit, work (and all that crap you don’t understand in the middle). And when you put it all together, a hit is made.
I’m simultaneously living that hit and looking forward to it.
And that’s what I mean by “love is messy.”
Until next time,