When I was in college I was dating the cutest boy I'd ever met. The first older boy to ever pay any attention to me. He was absolutely perfect in my eyes and for some reason he liked me back and wanted to spend time with me. I waited a full two months before I told him that I loved him. When he didn't say it back right away I tried not to be offended. But when he asked me why I thought I loved him...that was too much.
He wanted me to think and explain myself?
Looking back I can't help but wonder how I got so lucky to marry such a thoughtful and intelligent boy.
Completely unrelated to this unreturned declaration of love, I've come to dislike this word.
What DOES it mean?
It comes up a lot in the world we live in. Most of the songs we hear on the radio are about it. And what are they talking about? Most of it is gibberish.
Sometimes people say it when they're acting in a way that would seem contrary. As if it is a cure all bandage word. And what do they mean by it?
I've been thinking about this word a lot lately. When I'm fighting with my darling husband and I tell him I love him I feel like a fraud. Does it mean I respect him? I bet he feels loved and respected when I'm screaming and crying. (Really though, can you picure me screaming and crying? ;) I would NEVER. ) I ponder on what the word means when a silly song comes on the radio or when I'm watching a movie that is clearly not what love is about.
And then C.S. Lewis addressed it perfectly in his book, The Problem with Pain.
"By Love, most of us mean kindness—the desire to see others than the self happy. And not happy in this way, or in that; just happy. What most of us mean by God is not so much a Father in Heaven, as a grandfather in heaven—a senile old benevolence who, as they say, liked to see the young people enjoying themselves, and whose plan for the universe was simply that it might be said at the end of each day, that a good time was had by all.