I love you. Its a statement, a classic way of expressing our feelings. In today's society its considered enough. Gee, its just love - what's the big deal, right?? It comes and goes like the wind...one day you're in love, the next...who cares. I can take care of myself. I don't need you or your crap. There is something and someone out there who is better for me anyway. So there.
So I'm pondering love. Love is so much more than words. We know this, but we have a hard time showing it or even seeing it. We see the forest, but not the trees. We see mountain of pain and suffering, but not the love that accompanies it, guides us through. Since I started thinking about love I've noticed, in my own life and the lives of those around me, that love is everywhere. And that there is pain that comes with love or loving someone. Here's some examples I've been considering. I'm sure you will easily pick out the ones that apply to me and those that apply to others.
Consider - a couple is blessed by God with a new baby. The mother carries this baby in her, protecting and loving this baby every minute. The father watches as his wife changes and he loves her more for it. The mother bears the pain of morning sickness, sleepless nights, growing pains and finally labor and delivery. It hurts because she loves. The father bears the pain of watching, helpless, while his wife struggles with her pain. He knows he cannot take her pain away or share the burden. It hurts because he loves.
Consider - this baby grows and grows. Now this baby is a feisty child. Like all children it has a tendency to test his parents patience. Maybe there is back-talking or fighting with his siblings. The famous "I hate you" or "You don't love me" because the parents, like good, decent parents, made the child pick up their room. I must stop and put in a small chuckle here because we have all been there. Our parents were SOoo unfair to us...if only we had known then what we know now. The parents of this child (or children) feel the pain of every mean statement, ungrateful attitude and disobedient action. It hurts because they love. Now let's consider a positive side to those feisty children. They build a wonderful creation, possibly out of blocks or maybe drawn on paper. They are proud of this accomplishment. Its taken all their God-given talents to pull it off. There is joy in the air! Then they drop it or it gets ruined by an overly helpful sibling. There are tears and long faces and the parents do what they can, but they cannot fix it. I've been known to cry right along side my children in a case like this. It hurts because we love.
A young daughter marries. There is celebrating, yet she knows she must leave her family. It hurts because she loves.
A son moves out, makes some rotten decisions and has to pay for his actions. The parents (possibly siblings too) fret and worry about him. It hurts because they love.
Your spouse or other family member is upset at you. Maybe its a big deal, maybe its a little problem. Either way it hurts because you love.
Here's one that really takes the prize...someone you care about, someone you trust says some terrible, uncalled for things about your family. Their only goal seems to be ruining your day, day after day. It hurts because you love and you thought they loved too.
Someone you care about is growing older and you know their time on earth will be over sooner than later. You see them unable to do the things they once did, yet too stubborn to admit it. You hear the exhaustion in their voice and you cannot not lighten their burden. You feel the pain of their passing before they are gone. It hurts because you love.
Death. Its final. It waits for no one. It hurts because you love.
Love hurts - that's plain to see. But a life without love is not a life worth living. I say give me the pain...give me the heartache...give me the tears...because with them comes the love. The love that molds us into who we are today. The love that blesses us with family and friends. The love that gets us into heaven.
He hurt because He loved.....
She hurt because she loved...
O all ye who pass by the way attend and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow!!!
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