Love

So, what is love? and I'm not quoting Night at the Roxbury. The dictionary says: love a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Or, strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything. Even, a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart. Although these are all valid definitions, I'm coming to realize that love comes with so much more than the sweet and candied definition. "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." (1 Cor.13:4-8) If this is so, we all fail at delivering theperfect love for others. We as humans are selfish, greedy, and we take genuine love for granted. It's just in our nature. Love doesn't come easy. It takes hard work, sacrifice, and dedication. Three things of which I as a teenage girl, struggle with on a daily bases. Now, even though it requires effort to peruse love in any form, I do believe the gift of love is like no other. Since we were wee little toddlers we were introduced to the concept. Our parents nurtured us, and showed us love when they fed, and took care of us. Maybe you found love in a person later on in life. The lovey dovey stuff I mean. You know, 'falling in love,' that kind of thing. Or maybe the friendships you built consisted of never ending love. You could even of found it in hobbies, or other passions of yours. Either way we all seek it. Love isn't perfect, often times hate is what can destroy love. The darkness can blind your view and what you perceive of love. There is a love that goes beyond what we can offer. It exists in the hearts of all who become aware of it's presence. He who would die for the ones He loved, is who I desire to be like. If I can just come close to loving the way my Father loved you and I, then and only then can I have lived and loved.

Fine Print

Too many people are trying to find happiness, in other people. Too many people put hope into the hopeless. Too many people are breaking their own hearts, by believing in false promises. Are we really here, just to find our soulmate? Is that what it's all about, to become something we're not, so someone can want us? I'm not surprised considering the way that the world pollutes us to believe that love is found merely in first glances and text messages. We're so intoxicated by all the promises that this so called "fantasy" of you and I, and no one else exists. That we can relive that movie, or be that song. It's easy to say you don't want it. It's easy to find all the flaws in the item we all desire. Yet, it's what we'd give up everything for. The love that can soften the most concrete of hearts. That person that can make your heart beat a hundred times faster. That hand to hold, that fits so perfectly. Sure, that would be nice. So what do we do? We think we're that .0001% exception to that cliché dream, and we fall. Some harder than others. But what we often overlook, is the fine print way at the bottom. They don't tell us that this may cause major heartache. That the product in which you are about to indulge in, may change their mind. That there is 99% artificial flavorings, and 1% real person. That you may lose all pride, friends and trust, for this product. That this may not be love. It's infatuation. After long usage of this product, you will feel used, stupid, or maybe even worthless. Yea, it's just that simple to overlook the truth. Then you get an overdose, check yourself into emotional rehab, grab a bucket of triple chocolate fudge ice cream, and crawl into your bed, and watch reruns of yet, another pathetic impersonation of what media tells us reality is. And the cycle repeats itself. The devil watches from the sidelines, in hysterical laughter. He won again. While God shakes his head, and holds out his hands to his broken hearted child. I can only imagine how it must make him feel, when we push those hands that created us and loved us, away. We've given up. Because, if this love that I just gave up everything for has vanished, than how can any love exist? How can I ever be strong enough to face it again? But see, that's where we are blind once again. There is another product, salvation. There is also fine print. This time you pay attention. This product is eternal. It can heal any broken heart. It will always be there for you, and won't ever change it's mind about you. It loves unconditionally, even when you look like you just crawled out of bed. It's always going to be there for you, even when you leave it on a shelf and it catches dust. If this product is used to it's full capacity, remarkable things can happen. You won't need anything else. You'll find all the happiness you need. It's your choice. It always has been. 

That being said, I don't want to conform into the cycle of my generation. I don't want to become anything but me. You don't want someone that's going to change their mind. This is me, and I accept it. I will be me till the day I die. I've found one who does love me completely for me. They make me feel beautiful. It's the greatest love story, and I am apart of it. He loves me, enough to die for me, and get it written in the most significant book of all time. Yea, I'm just that special. I have purpose, and I'm not going to waste my time on this earth, trying to find someone else who likes the same music I do. There are greater things to be done. We have forgotten how to live free and independent. Find joy in the simple things. I am trying to find that again. To my surprise, it's much more fulfilling than I thought. You should give it a try.