love
Love, that precarious proposition that is somehow the culprit responsible for life’s happiest moments, and possibly life’s deepest wounds. Libraries are filled with books and writings by men and women who have attempted to encapsulate love from almost every imaginable angle. It is the subject of songs and the notion of poems. Four simple letters strung together form a word that has caused wars, both internal and external. Love has been the driving force that has led people to spend exuberant sums of money, act out of character, totally embarrass themselves, overthink, under think, assume, misinterpret, and even lie to themselves. The desire to love, and be loved, is arguably both a blessing, and at times, a curse. Having experienced both the euphoric happiness and the overwhelming heartache love can bring it is without a doubt a ballad, a bittersweet symphony of emotions. We are so often held captive to the masquerade of our chemistry that we blindly chase love and never understand the composition of love itself. In order to understand love, we so often look within and without and never look to the one who created love. The notion of love extends beyond emotion, across the pages of history, and originates in the mind of the God from which everything originated; to understand love first requires looking beyond the periphery of our finite existence and into the eyes of God.
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Recently a friend commented, “I wish someone would look at me, like some people look at menus.”
