(This is going to be exceptionally long….)
Relationships…..
Since everyone around me (My family members and friends) are either married, in a relationship (Boyfriend girlfriend.. ish), or looking to be in one, I realized that I really wanted to write my thoughts\( dare we say) desires concerning this matter… I also realize that, for me, this is a very delicate subject and must be approached with much care and gentle attention.
You know those couples who, at first sight, are believed to be “OH A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN.” Those ones that seem absolutely and totally perfect for each other; The ones that on Sunday mornings during church are so sweet and caring towards each other. They make a point never to fight in company. There is always a knowing of what the other person needs and connection between the two, even across a room. You know when you can see it in their eyes that they belong to each other. But not only that… there is an undercurrent of passion that when I witness it, I know those two could never possibly live one day without seeing the other, hearing the other ones voice, kissing, or holding each other. I love being a witness to THAT in couples.
Then, there are the other couples you see… That at first glance, my first thought is, “Now…why are they together again?” They fight, they don’t get along, and they are sarcastic and rude to each other. (I understand a certain kind of jarring all in fun sarcasm.. but it is the downright rude kind of sarcasm that you think might erupt into an all out brawl if people weren’t present,) those that seem to be miserable all the time and those that bring out the worst in the other.
I will never be the latter…
And I realize that this maybe a perceived as a childish view of ridiculous proportions. And I know very well that “The perfect man” does not exist. Because our heavenly Father is the only perfect one. I know a man, being human, will always disappoint. (And I am not picking on you men out there. I hope this doesn’t sound like that.) But the truth is, hand crafted by God, there is perfect. I mean, there is perfect for me.
Somewhere out there, there is my better half. Someone who will bring out the best in me, understand me, and love me passionately with the entirety of his heart. Love should never fail… And if it is true love (a phrase I don’t throw around lightly) it never will fail.
“Put me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, jealousy is as severe as Sheol; its flashes are the flashes of fire, the very flame of the lord. Many waters cannot quench love, nor will rivers overflow it; if a man were to give all the riches of his house for love it would be utterly despised.”
That is what love is supposed to be. Love is a picture of Christ and His bride the church.
Someday… if I am lucky... I will one day be a reflection of that love. When I get that chance I will never let it slip. I will grasp it, and hold onto it with all that I have. I will love with every fiber of my being.
But alas.. until then... I wont just sit around waiting with a "someday my prince will come," mentality. I will busy myself and ready myself to be the greatest most amazing someones one and only.
“I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.”
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
Just thinking...
Love always,
Holly Dee
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