Love

Love.......what an amazing word and action. When you say you love what does that really mean? Is love time sensitive, is it infinite, is it tangible, does it have a specific feeling or look? Many books speak of love and describe it in so many different ways. The Bible for example, has a complete list of what love is and what love isn't. In 1st Corinthians 13 it says,

1. Love is patient

2. Love is kind

3. It does not envy

4. It does not boast

5. It is not proud

6. It does not dishonour others

7. It is not self-seeking

8. It is not easily angered

9. It keeps no record of wrongs

10. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth

11. It always protects

12. Always trusts

13. Always hopes

14. Always perseveres

15. Love never fails

After looking at this list I begin to wonder, have I ever been truly loved? Even more disturbing is the question, have I ever truly loved anyone? I know I love my family and many of these items on this list can be ticked off when I think of the things I have done for my family, the way I perceive them, the way I treat them and the affection I show them and likewise they love me. I could never imagine my life without them. Yet when I think of all the other people who have touched my life, of the 15 items above very few have me checking more than 8 boxes and this I believe is sad because if I believe we as humans were created to love and were created out of love we are found woefully wanting.

I believe I have experienced love, I have experienced the euphoria of love I have experienced the pain of it leaving. In my mind love is a whole experience, a whole vibe and includes all facets of me - mind, body and soul. I don't believe everyone deserves my love as some people have no idea what to do with it and end up misusing. Unfortunately some person(s) to whom I have shown love and given of my love did not deserve it and have refused to give it back and so my love stays with them and I think of it as a bad debt that I - ever so often - try to collect on. In these instances I think of love as painful.

There are loves that keep on loving and giving and blessing and wooing and you wish those loves would remain; and you wish those loves were more than........but those loves are precious and you do not want to risk spoiling that magic because it is too good. So those 'loves' remain untouchable. We keep those loves private, I keep them secret. Those secrets belong to me and only me and every now and again I smile privately at my love.