Love is hard. I didn’t realize how hard it could be. I mean, sure I was told that love is a choice and you have to make the decision to love people when the going gets tough. That’s not even what I’m talking about. I’m talking about being loved well.
For example, your boyfriend drops in on you in the middle of a shift and you’re feeling and looking pretty tired. Your exhaustion is met with a sincere, “you are so beautiful.” How do you respond? Does your radiant smile grow bigger? Do you flourish and bloom in his gaze? Or do you wonder if he needs to have his vision checked? Do you become self conscious and retreat within yourself thinking maybe he just wants something more?
Or say he expresses his desire to fight for you and protect you. He wants to conquer your heart and guard it with his very life. Do you wonder if you’re worth it? Or do you let him play warrior as you control things from behind the scene? Or do you rest in his promise and trust that he will indeed fight for you?
Being loved is hard work. Being loved requires being vulnerable. So often we sense ourselves opening and close off all emotions. We may go through the motions of “love,” but we are too afraid to engage in true companionship.
Our relationships should emulate Christ’s love. We should be known as his disciples by our love for one another. This ultimately culminates in a marriage relationship, where two people are (supposed to be) the most vulnerable, the most committed, and the most loving. But it’s hard. It requires work and humility and trust.
No man is an island. We are made to need each other, to need relationship. It would behoove us to learn to love one another well. It would also seem wise to learn how to be loved we’ll. We must learn to bask in the love of our savior and to flourish in the love of our fellow man.