So it's been about a month since I've posted something on here. It's kind of scary to me how quickly life can catch up with us and we can forget about things. I feel like this blog helps me remember what's important to me, and when I realized it was starting to fall to the wayside, I knew that that wasn't right. I need to keep writing it. I like having this outlet to share my thoughts. My life has been extremely busy these past four weeks. Let's see if I can recap it as briefly as possible:
Auditions for my school's spring play were held. We are doing The Diary of Anne Frank. I tried out and got the part of Miep Gies, one of the people who helped hide the Franks, so I'm excited about that. My theatre class is also putting on a show, Opal's Baby, which I'm an understudy for. Second semester is in full swing now and I'm starting to count down the days! Only four more months...
Now, back to what I want to talk about today. I was listening to music a few days ago and I started thinking about how many songs there are that are about love. Thousands of them. Personally, I think sometimes the music industry has milked the idea if love a little too much. We sing about looking for love, finding it, losing it, regreting it, wanting revenge on it, dreaming of it again, wanting the love that we can't have; you get the picture. And it's not just music that has stretched love beyond the limit. I think our society has turned love into something that it was never meant to be. It doesn't even sound like a word anymore; we've used it so much. And it can mean a lot of different things. I could say that I love pizza and that I love my mom in the same sentence, but doesn't that sound a little odd?
I think the reason behind all this is one simple explanation: We long for love so much that we are willing to compromise and strip it down to the bone to get it. No matter how warped or twisted, if it's there, we'll take it. We've left no stone unturned in our search, and I think we've lost our way.
Real love is not what we've made it to be. It's not superficial or blantantly erotic. This is what I think real love is. Real love is when someone cares for you and wants the best for you. They share in your triumphs and support you in your hardships. They know everything about you. All your dreams, fears, passions, all your strange little habits and quirks. They know your good side and bad side. They've seen you when you are brave and when you are weak, and yet they still love you with all their being. They won't walk away. They will stay with you. They would die for you.
Now, you might be saying, "That's really great, but that's impossible. No one can love anybody that much." Oh, yes they can! I've seen it happen. There is someone who has this kind of love for you. He wants to be near you. He longs for you every day. And he did die for you.
God's love is a wonderful reminder that we are worthy of love. I also whole-heartedly believe that this kind of love can exist between two people. It's not just a hopeless romantic's dream. While it's not easy, the outcome is more rewarding than anything Hollywood or Nashville could dish out.
