Ramblings about Love's Invitation

You know, It’s actually kinda peculiar. Love, that is. It’s the most natural thing to do, and yet somehow the most complicated matter of life. But I’m really not in the mood to get into all that. Can’t find the energy, don’t really feel like looking for it. All I’ve got to say is this: I’ve found love to be many, many things. I’ve also undergone many changes because of it in this life. Love from my parents is the first love I understood. Through them, I learned of the love of the Father. Through Him, I discovered the art of loving myself (and it IS an art). Lately, I’ve seen love in a different light. And as dark as it might seem, this light came with tons of wisdom.

There has been a phrase that repeats itself over and over in my mind. I thought of it one day as I was driving to work (and please understand that although these ramblings may come off as bitter, it is not. They’re just thoughts.), but anyway, as I drove, I thought this phrase, “Love is a set-up”. It lures you in to have, oh I don’t know- crumpets and tea. Then you get inside and get all comfy- putting your feet on the table, and your hands behind your head, with your favorite show on the tele or your favorite song playing through the speakers. Then Love says, “It’s time for you to go. I have to take a shower.” You reluctantly and slowly grab your things and try to say good-bye, but while you’re standing on Love’s doorstep to say your evening’s farewell, a sudden wave of fear consumes you. A fear that you’ll never get the chance to come back over for another play-date. Love, wrapped in its towel, is smart and notices you trying to stall and linger around like Steve Urkel and guess what Love does?! It closes the door anyway. And when you HAVE to let go--


...and so, right in that instant that you psyche yourself out into believing that you can FULLY let it go, you feel like you need to hold on for dear life, and so you beat on Love’s door and ring the door-bell over and over again like a maniac. But Love’s already running the water and singing to rubber duckie. Love can’t hear you. Go home Steve.

Ironically, like Steve, no one can live without Love. So you pitch a tent on Love’s porch and wait for Love to have to come through the door again. You need company so you call Patience. And together, you chill in the tent. S’mores, stories, camp songs and all. You and Patience will wait till Love gets clean cause man, as pure as Love is, it can really muddy up some water. Neither here, nor there…I’m so confused. Whatev. I’m gonna go watch Family Matters.