This isn't a post about romance, even though I'll admit I'm a diehard romantic.
I love slap-happy, tear-jerking, totally cheesy love stories.
And I love real ones.
Can I tell you what love has done to me?
Love gives my eyes power to look past just me, my concerns, my hopes and dreams and worries.
Love sees hearts and delights in them, as they are.
Love makes me tell my best friend that I love her 7 times just today (her count, not mine)...
Love causes me to be that crazy person that doesn't hate very many things in life, because each joy, even each trial, points me to even more love and even more joy.
Love keeps me awake at night, petitioning my Beloved for the ones on my heart.
Love causes me to look at insecurity, at sickness, at trauma, and bless the One who reaches out a hand to help...
Love allows me to forgive the ones who brought on the pain, and
even to hope the same Life for them, that now finds itself in me.
Love makes my heart bloom.
But my love is not forced.
It was a gift to me-
One that I chose first to receive.
And I do! Oh so joyfully! This love has given me breath. It has given me hope and dreams and a Reason. This love has given me definition, purpose...
But this love is also mine to give (& yet simultaneously to keep! What a joy!)
I choose to love.