What’s love got to do with it?
What’s love got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love! But love is one of the most misused and abused words used; carelessly tossed around because who really knows love?
I speak as a man who’s never known true love, often discouraged and broken form the vain unintentional attempts to find it.
I’ve heard an analogy made of love being a butterfly – if you chase it, it will fly away, but if you just stand still and wait, it’ll come land right on your shoulder. Maybe this is the problem with our McDonald’s mentality in this country – instant gratification and instant results. We simply cannot wait for God to give us what we need because we think that we can handle things best – all the while being bombarded by Disney movies and boy bands telling us to ‘be true to our hearts.’ It sure is working out well for us, with around 60% of marriages ending in divorce.
I guess it doesn’t help either in this all-about-me culture – hearing songs on the radio like “it’s too late to apologize,” and “what goes around comes around,” telling us that we have a right to be upset if we’re wronged, and that the world is against us, since we’re not in the wrong at all. Whatever happened to burying the hatchet? I am tired of never fully burying my grudges – I claim to bury the hatchet but leave the handle sticking out of the ground just in case I need to grab it out really quickly. Stupid, perhaps, but seemingly the only thing I can do in my attempts to get past stuff. Yuck.
I know I mess up in life, and I think I need to get to the point where I realize I don’t deserve happiness, and finding true love. I am a mess inside and out, and who wants a mess? Once I realize that I am less than a breath to God, perhaps then and only then will I be able to appreciate the things I do have instead of longing for things which I do not have. Frustration chasing the presently unattainable is always fun, of course, but I think I have better things to do with my short time on this terrestrial ball.
God doesn’t make mistakes. When God shuts a door, He always opens a window. I cannot see any doors or windows. I don’t even think I am indoors. But if God closes a door, it is for a reason, and there is something better in store for you down the road. Most times we cannot see it, but all things work out for the good for those who put their trust in God.
Why cannot I see this? Why can’t it be real to me? Why am I sitting in the dark still, crippled by pain? I don’t know, but if I give up fighting, it’ll only lead to more darkness and pain. So here I go into the seemingly impossible battle yet again – likely to fail numerous times. But I am hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; perplexed, yet not to despair. God is faithful to complete the work He started in me… let’s see what happens. Bring it on.