When I was married I loved my husband and still do. There was no doubt in my mind that I love my parents and my family. I love my pets, I love my friends, I love new experiences but through all this I never really knew how deep I could love. It's true, we think we love and to some extent we do but I've found so much more.
After lusting, caring, stressing, worrying over someone for the last 18 months, this person determined that he did not want to own a phone anymore (he already didn't own TV) and he's very much a salt of the earth type of guy. As a city gal this crushed me. How was I going to keep in touch, how was I going to stay close to him, how was I going to keep a relationship. Then I realized everyone of those was I I I. Thinking about what I wanted...that is not love. For the very first time in my life I love a person so much that not only do I want him to follow his dreams and be happy, I am not saddened about what I'm missing out on. How would that honor him or respect him. It's not that I don't want to cry at times or that I feel the loss of talking to him daily - but he's my best friend because of all of who he is not just the parts that are the way I wanted.
Maybe I'm finally growing up -
2 Corinthians 12:15 (Whole Chapter)
And I will very gladly spend and be spent for you; though the more abundantly I love you, the less I be loved.
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