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Love is a Verb


Love is a verb. It doesn’t always resemble the curated love stories and the filtered and posed images we are bombarded with daily. It’s more than one dimensional. It’s a complicated action that takes on many forms.

Sometimes love is gentle and meek. It looks like the way you help scoop up the pieces of daughter after her first real break up and remind her of her strength even though
the enemy is whispering lies of her weakness to her. It’s when you finally just give in and say, “I am sorry,” because you’re BOTH in the wrong, and being right never feels as good as it does when you’re enveloped in the arms of the man who held you through 8 births.

Sometimes love is fearless. It looks like saying yes to something that makes no sense but you KNOW you were called to do. It looks like learning as you go and going in over your head when everyone told you to test the waters first. It’s the exciting “Yes!” on an old gravel road when your high school sweetie opens a satin-lined box while on one knee, even though you’re 17.

Sometimes love is pain: the enduring, long bearing aches of the body and the soul. It’s the waves of pain that bring forth flesh knit together by God that resembles the man you love. It’s suffering of the soul that comes when the strong, blue-eyed hero you’d beamed up at since the day you were born grows frail and cancer claims his last breath like a thief with you right there in the same room.

Sometimes love is allowing consequences and growth to happen even when you want to smooth it all away. It’s watching someone you love stumble and fall and struggle to get up on their own knowing they need it to strengthen them. It’s stepping back to cheer from the sidelines when for years you’ve been on the field with them and even at one time calling all the shots.

Love looks different in different seasons. While it’s easy to want to blot out the hard stuff and gather up the scraps of what love “should look like” to build your life, it’s not sufficient to do so. None of these forms of love are more sanctifying than the other. Each one building upon the other to form a thick bedrock for your life and heart to rest upon. Each is needed. All work together.