neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
all the wealth of his house,
he would be utterly despised.
-Song of Solomon 8:7
I'm increasingly persuaded that I don't understand love for what it really is. It's much too wild and holy for us to pin down, explain, or even draw perimeters for.
Love doesn't fit into any of the clichés made for it. Love isn't "blind" - it's more that it can't believe it's eyes. I don't know where "cloud 9" is and I don't really care. "Head over heels" perhaps comes the closest, but it still sounds a bit too haphazard.
Maybe the inadequacy of these euphemisms should tell us something. Love is not something you understand. Love is something you do. It's a verb, not a noun. It takes you over, like a spontaneous, can't-help-it smile, shredding your selfishness into bits and drawing you into the nature of God.
God is love. Selah
Love is not self-seeking. It's not even self-conscious. Real love isn't thinking about loving, it just loves. It does what it is. Snow falls. Birds fly. Love loves.
Once you've experienced it, you want it for everyone; it's much too beautiful and sacred to keep to yourself. To have the opportunity to open yourself up and pour yourself out so completely for someone else is wonderful; for them to reciprocate that openness and affection is very heaven.
Love is not a commodity. You can't buy it or sell it. You can't even earn it. There are many sorry substitutes that are about as real as a plastic rose, but don't give up. The real thing is out there. You'll know it when you smell it. As my Grandfather says, wait for the zing.
I've been captured. I don't know all of what's in store , but I know I'll never be the same.
I love you Jessica!
I thought it was full but it was halfway to the top / Love is an ocean, and I am a tiny cup...-Sandra McCracken, Red Balloon, "Halfway"
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