Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 1 Cor 13:4
Love is an interesting word, isn’t it? The thought of love can conjure up some serious emotions, instantaneously. Everyone has their own definition of love. It means the same and yet something specific and different to each of us. It can be a blanket word that covers all or it can be immensely private, something we tuck away so no one else can see it or steal it. A precious jewel, too valuable for words.
Love can also be excruciatingly painful. Some scars from “love” can wound us permanently. Changing the way the feeling tingles in our hearts, souls, and bodies. Intertwining in a way that twist our gut and create reflexes to protect our vulnerable side by deflecting any time someone drops the “L” word in our tear stained laps.
Hearts are delicate mechanisms. They require proper care and exercise in order to continue to beat and bring life to a body. Our feelings hearts require the same kind of care, if not much more, in order to keep them delicate, responsive, and productive. Once a heart has been damaged there is always a high risk that more destruction will come. Our beating hearts can be easily controlled with diet and exercise. The external world doesn’t get a vote on how we care for the precious organ. But our feelings heart is impaled daily by those around us. Intruded upon, no matter how we try to shield it.
Does the Love word make you recoil in agony? Or does it open your soul, longing for more? In what ways are you imprinting on another’s heart each day? With venom that poisons or the gentleness of healing balm? Do you withhold words that revitalize a wounded soul? Or do you pour forth the waters of life?
We have been presented with an innate ability to touch hearts with blessings. Or to tear them down and permanently scorch. Which will you choose?