Love is very simple, as a rule. The by-word for love is sacrifice. The highest degree of love is not desiring perpetual (even if innocent) touch between the two lovers, but a spiritual communion - to feel the other like yourself, to give up your own desires in favour of the other's happiness. To have the desire to give up love itself so that the other might be saved. Everything revolves around one's soul... At least in our world. Or so it should be.
Perhaps I'm being too idealistic though. Well, I AM too idealistic as a rule. *giggle* Hm... time tells everything one needs to know, if one sits and listens to it. Do I regret what I have done and where I've gotten? Certainly. There is a great degree of foolishness in being impatient, because it can get you to where it has gotten me.
This is a new beginning. A fresh start, as they say. We begin anew with the hope for the best. With hope, especially. And on my part, let it be with realism also. I forgot caution and espoused uncontrolled optimism. We cannot see the future - as such, all we can do is wait. And He always proves the wait well-worth it.
So I leave you for now, pondering on sacrifice and beginnings and the fair sunshine outside my window. Pondering on the blue skies where He always lies. Doamne ajuta in everything!
P.S. I'm not referring to modern or even youthful love. I'm talking about perfection, about how the One Most High loves us - and how we ourselves should love. But we so seldom do. Saints are rare and hard to find. But each of us has the chance and priviledge to become one. Where there's a will there's a way. :)
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