We all need love. Many of us long to be loved and long to love. Hollywood tries to define love, but most of the time, their perspective is far from the reality of what love really entails.
Love means dying. Dying to self, dying to 'my way', and dying so that others may live. Death is never pretty, nor is it easy. Not too many people would sign up for love if they opened the dictionary and the definition read: Love: death to self and making choices to see others' needs met.
Anyone who has walked in loving relationships knows that the ooey-gooey pictures painted of love are not really, well, shall we say, real?! Indeed, love is a many splendored thing, as the song goes, but we sometimes forget that love is a choice. Sometimes that choice is painful and feels like the one doing the loving is somehow being cheated in the 'deal' we call relationship.
That's the cost, though, for true love to grow. Seeds are planted in soil, watered, and they break through the shell and become what they were intended to be. So too with love. It's a seed that has many factors working on it and seemingly against it, but when it blooms, it is beautiful. Along the way, though, there are cuts, trimmings, and dry times. In the end, however, the fruit of love is sweet and life-giving.
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