I love storybook endings.
Sparks fly. Love conquers all. A lonely beauty finally marries her knight in shining armor. Those blissful scenes still give me goosebumps. Go on and laugh. But now that you’re smiling imagine the possibilities. Love is magical when we believe in miracles. We only need to buckle our seat belts for the incredible rollercoaster ride. One minute it’s smooth sailing. The next, it’s bumpy. But each moment makes the journey worth traveling ~ even when love hurts.
Candy and Cupids
Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. It doesn’t matter if you’re a WWII Gen, Baby Boomer, Gen X, Y, or Z. It’s the one day we all agree to celebrate romance and our universal cravings of chocolate, love letters, candlelight dinners, and weekend getaways. We can thank William Shakespeare for romanticizing it. But what if we understood the dark origins of this festival of candy and cupids? Would this knowledge give a new meaning to the thought of breaking someone’s heart?
Most people want to fall in
He’s my favorite hero
I remember the day I met my husband. His warm gestures, conversation, and sincere kindness melted my hardened heart in a matter of hours. I tried to ward him off, but his gorgeous dark green eyes had a supernatural mesmerizing way. Picture a petite red-headed girl that looked like one humongous goosebump. After a few moments, I knew. He’s different. Yippie! My stomach turned—but in a good way. That was thirty years ago. Four sons, two daughters in love, and four precious grandchildren have blessed us in ways I could never have hoped to understand. He’s my favorite hero (after God in heaven and my dad). It didn’t take too long for me to realize this kind of love is a once in a lifetime Godsend. And yes, it is also totally undeserved.
We promise to accept each other forever. The good, bad, and ugly moments of our life mingle and settle in for the ride. We decide to stay when we want to run away from the one we promised to always cherish. Love is an active choice to embrace forgiveness—even when it hurts.
The road to forevermore is crooked, steep, and full of potholes
We walk together, bearing all our scars for everyone to see. Some couples can’t bear to look ahead and wait for the sun to shine on them again—Others wait for the first sign of morning light and then realize they’re still holding hands. Let’s choose to hold on no matter what each day brings, to stay faithful and to fill our beach bags and backpacks with memories. We’ll hope most are good, and pray our lives are examples of the reality of true love’s sacrifice and pain. We show our vibrant inner colors even when others only see a million shades of gray. We’re painting a beautiful rainbow together, climbing our own mountain one step at a time, until all that remains is the truth of the vows we made on the day we were wed. For better, for worse, in sickness and in health. Love is the choice we made till death do us part.
do us part
How awesome is our God? He calls us to love in such unconditional and humble ways. Sometimes, He tells us to walk down roads we don’t want to travel, but then He faithfully leads us to hidden treasure along the way. I remember a few of these supernatural moments in my life when The Holy of Holies opened my eyes and ears and allowed me to catch a glimpse of the spiritual realm . . . when again, He called me to be the watchman on four of my darkest nights. Though it wasn’t easy to hold a loved one’s hand as their life ebbed away, unseen angels encircled me and calmed my heart.
It’s hard to comprehend that God would give me such treasure—a parting gift from heaven before they took their last breath. To watch them cross over to heaven and know we will see our loved ones again. The certainty of a better place sealed with one last kiss—and yet, I wonder why . . .
Love leaves deep scars. It wounds and marks us for life. If our hearts aren’t tough or strong enough to endure incredible pain, we might be left breathless or alone. Love is like a fire or a cloud that sends a lot of rain. It’s not a lie told to make us cry. But. I promise you . . . It will.
~ The way to love ~If I speak in the tongues of angels, but have not love I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I have. And if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
1 Corinthians 13
Do you recall a time in your life when you had to forgive someone you loved or endured the pain of losing a loved one? I’d love to hear your story. Please join the conversation in the comments section below.
Blessings and love ~