And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works
For many years, I thought Love was always a warm and fuzzy feeling that made the world a wonderful place.
I thought Love would make everything just perfect.
I thought Love would smooth all arguments and disagreements.
I thought Love would be the healer of all things gone wrong.
I thought Love would come easy and then stay, hovering like a warm blanket.
I thought Love was quiet, peaceful and soft.
Boy, was I wrong!
Love can make everything just perfect - for a short moment in time.
Love can smooth many arguments and disagreements.
Love can be a healer.
Love can be easy.
Love can be quiet and peaceful.
However, Love can be violent. I had never thought of Love this way until we had a child.
I love my husband with all I have. Our Love hasn't been smooth, didn't come easy, was sometimes loud and disagreeable - but it is perfect for us. It is steadfast, unmoveable and secure.
I love my husband with all I have. Our Love hasn't been smooth, didn't come easy, was sometimes loud and disagreeable - but it is perfect for us. It is steadfast, unmoveable and secure.
However, when our child arrived into this great big world, I was gifted with an automatic Love that I didn't even know existed.
He was tiny, cried loud and long and was totally dependent on us, his parents.
Maybe it was because I had "Advanced Maternal Age" (that's how the dr's office classified me) or maybe it is just because it's the way I'm wired - but that little wad of humanity had my total protection from his birth.
In fact, I loved him with a love so violent that it almost scared me. Mess with my baby? Let's see how rough life can get for you. In fact, I am not even going to let you hold him, because you MIGHT not treat him the way I like it.
I had to bite my lip and let his grannies babysit. The first time he spent the night with one of them, I stayed up all night. What good that did me, I'll never figure out.
However, I have learned that a violent love is a good thing. When I love something with all my heart, I protect it from evil, from naysayers, from white-hot anger.
And violent Love is not soft and fuzzy.
It is making my child obey when I would rather let him get by with whatever he was doing.
Violent Love is not perfect, but does the best it can to protect. It's grabbing my child by the arm and telling him (very emphatically) "You DO NOT run off and you DO NOT cross the road. Do you understand me, young man?!"
Violent Love is having a hard heart toward his tears when I have had to correct his various ill behaviors - like biting, kicking shins, saying 'stupid' and calling every female 'old lady'.
Violent Love will create arguments and confrontation. Violent Love isn't fun and games.
Violent Love is essential. This kind of love will take away all hesitation and establish clear boundaries.
Violent Love is Momma Love. It is Daddy Love. It makes a path for Precious Love.
It is our Savior's Love - he died a violent death so that we may experience the total and divine healing love of our spirit. And for Love, I will be eternally thankful.
He was tiny, cried loud and long and was totally dependent on us, his parents.
Maybe it was because I had "Advanced Maternal Age" (that's how the dr's office classified me) or maybe it is just because it's the way I'm wired - but that little wad of humanity had my total protection from his birth.
In fact, I loved him with a love so violent that it almost scared me. Mess with my baby? Let's see how rough life can get for you. In fact, I am not even going to let you hold him, because you MIGHT not treat him the way I like it.
I had to bite my lip and let his grannies babysit. The first time he spent the night with one of them, I stayed up all night. What good that did me, I'll never figure out.
However, I have learned that a violent love is a good thing. When I love something with all my heart, I protect it from evil, from naysayers, from white-hot anger.
And violent Love is not soft and fuzzy.
It is making my child obey when I would rather let him get by with whatever he was doing.
Violent Love is not perfect, but does the best it can to protect. It's grabbing my child by the arm and telling him (very emphatically) "You DO NOT run off and you DO NOT cross the road. Do you understand me, young man?!"
Violent Love is having a hard heart toward his tears when I have had to correct his various ill behaviors - like biting, kicking shins, saying 'stupid' and calling every female 'old lady'.
Violent Love will create arguments and confrontation. Violent Love isn't fun and games.
Violent Love is essential. This kind of love will take away all hesitation and establish clear boundaries.
Violent Love is Momma Love. It is Daddy Love. It makes a path for Precious Love.
It is our Savior's Love - he died a violent death so that we may experience the total and divine healing love of our spirit. And for Love, I will be eternally thankful.
No comments:
Post a Comment