Love Is . . .

You’d think love would be one of the simplest concepts in the world.

Love makes the world go round.  All you need is love.  Love is patient, love is kind.  Certainly sounds simple.

And yet, somewhere along the way, you realize that love isn’t frilly pink or fiery red or perfectly shaped or even easily defined.  Love can be a noun, but that’s not where it lives and breathes. Love is a verb and not just any verb, but one of the most mind-bending, complex, and hard-working verbs ever invented. DSCN4918

For those of you who have been in committed relationships for eons, you learn that love isn’t a feeling.  It’s something you practice, something you devote yourself to, something you remind yourself is worth crawling through all the roadblocks for . . . on your stomach . .  in a pelting hailstorm.

Love doesn’t come to you.  You come to love.

You recognize that this commitment to love requires something of you.   Okay, it doesn’t just require.  It demands everything you have to give.

So what happens when you have given all that love demands of you, and yet, still there’s more havoc and complexity to contend with, not from your loved one, but from outsiders who’ve never even met you?  They have decided that your love isn’t acceptable despite the fact that your love demands more sacrifices and endures more pressures than they can even fathom. They don’t know you, yet they insist that your love is not entitled to the same rights and privileges as their own.  You see, they have equated your love with sin.  The fact that love and sin are even in the same sentence should be reason enough to pause and think . . . is this even possible?  Love makes the world go round.  Love is all you need.  Love is patient, love is kind.  Love is sin.  WHAT?

Oh yes, I know we all have a lot to say about this topic.  But especially on Valentine’s Day, let love be what it is:  love.  Love in all its complexity, all its forms, all its hard-working verbishness.

Happy Valentine’s Day to All!