Three words.
I love you.
Easy to type? Sure. Easy to say?
I think that depends on the person. I think it depends on the situation.
Today in church the sermon discussed love (1 Corinthians), and when I was listening, thinking about who I love, I started to tear up.
Yes, it’s that easy at times for me.
What if you love someone who is no longer with you? What if the person you want to say “I love you” to is gone? What if you can’t say those three words? What if you reply “ditto” when they are said to you?
I often think of love visually, and one of the first things I see is how my dad took care of my mom. In sickness and in health. Til death parted them. He still loves her, loves memories of her, loves talking about her, but I know it’s hard. Love is hard.
I think of the love I see on a daily basis. Like watching my family share a meal at our kitchen table. When everyone is under one roof. When we are laughing and crying. Love.
Sometimes love happens when you least expect it, like when you feel unloveable, when you feel like there’s no one to show or tell you those three words. Someone who can pick you up when you are feeling down. Bring you a coffee, an ice cream, love can be shown in many ways.
There are also moments where those three words are hard. They bring up a variety of emotions, sadness, anger, guilt, loss. But if you go back to scripture, you see that love should protect and trust.
Love never fails.
But what about death? What about loss?
Love never fails.
Love never gives up.
So, today and tomorrow and the day after, and so on, choose love. Even when it’s hard, even when it brings up memories that may be painful. Even when it makes you smile. Choose love.
