Years ago I wrote about the reality of love. And this is another take on that message…
Love needs consistent care and attention. It doesn’t have a “one-size-fits-all” option like some gloves do. In fact, you’ll discover, over the course of your life, how your love can go through many changes. Young love, for example, is full of emotional passion. And it’s too often confused with and mixed with unrequited lust. Add some years to your life and you’ll notice you become much more focused about it. You do it on purpose.
The reality of Love is that it’s the smallest, most gigantic force there is.
As the length of your remaining days shortens, you discover it’s like the old song says, “a many splendored thing.” Or at least you should find that out. It turns into someone who:
- kisses your forehead when you’re sleeping
- brings you a bowl of hot soup or a cool cloth on your forehead when you’re sick
- lets you know when you’ve said more than you should
- cleans up the broken glass you dropped
- does way more than I can list here
Love is an understanding ear opposed to a demanding mouth. It lifts up instead of lashing out. It’s a compliment instead of complaint. And it searches for solutions instead of pointing out problems. Love is found in kindness, not candy. And it endures, engages, and expects.
You wouldn’t exist it it weren’t for the love that flows from your Creator. So, you can’t believe in it, if you don’t believe in your Creator. And if that’s the case, no amount of candy, cards, romantic dinners, or romantic getaways will ever bring you love.
And here’s a song I wrote for my lifetime Valentine before she was mine. It’ll be in the FunderCast, soon:
Holding Out For The Dream
Smiling eyes and rosy lips
I’m waiting for the rhythm of those fingertips…through my hair.
Day and night I act it out.
No one else is sure of what I’m all about…but I don’t care…
Because I’m holding out for…I’m holding out for…
I’m holding out for the dream.
Violet skies and mountain tops…
I’m waiting for the kind of love that never stops…never dies.
A sailing ship; a crystal sea…
No one understands this inner part of me…this paradise.
And so I’m holding out for…I’m holding out for…
I’m holding out for the dream.
Sometimes the dream is the only thing…that sees me through.
Sometimes it seems it’s the only thing that I can do.
Quiet talk; a crackling fire.
I’m waiting for the kind of love that won’t expire…or fade away.
Instrumental…repeat chorus to end
© 1987 Tony Funderburk
Now, maybe you don’t know me well enough to buy something from me, yet. Ok, let’s change that. Get to know more about me and my worldview. Join the growing body of believers who’ve signed up for the FunderFlash Journal. And bask in daily, delightful flashes of light from the power of God’s love.
Stay tuned…
