Growing up
Watching a church couple's wedding video lately really got me thinking about the whole idea of growing up. To set the context, they've been together for 10 years and finally tied the knot last weekend. Having watched them stay together all this while...it got me thinking. Will I be able to love someone in that way, ever? Taking a look at all of person's idiosyncracies and being able to say, I accept you and I love you for you. Will I be able to put my high standards aside and take that person in as they truly are?
Growing up is tough, they say. It's true. Facing your own battles, dealing with your own monsters and being someone's strong fort. Being someone's (eventually) mummy, wife, arms to run into. I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready for that. But sometimes, ready or not, the world gives you a role and it's in to this role you have to squeeze. With ease, with difficulty, you have to do it anyway. You have to love other people even though you're tired and dealing with your own battles on the inside. You have to hold your ground while everything else is shifting and shaking about you are now someone else's strong fort. You can't throw your weight or temper about at anyone you please and you have to be logical, reasonable... comprehensible....
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I hope I learn how to love. Not love as in the idea of falling romantically, but in a way that protects, cherishes, honours, uplifts, strengthens, challenges and provides. I hope I can be enough, with God guiding me, to be someone else's fortress and hiding place, at least for a while. To treasure, nourish, decorate and beautify.
To love, in celebration of who they are,
to love, in hope, enough to see who they could be,
to love, in dissatisfaction, enough to push them towards all they can be.
Recognising that love, is giving myself, thoughts of myself away in place of thoughts of another and henceforth modelling all word, action and deed after and according to that very purpose. Recognising that love is more than words and you don't have to say much to show someone you love them.
I hope I can be enough.
Growing up is tough, they say. It's true. Facing your own battles, dealing with your own monsters and being someone's strong fort. Being someone's (eventually) mummy, wife, arms to run into. I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready for that. But sometimes, ready or not, the world gives you a role and it's in to this role you have to squeeze. With ease, with difficulty, you have to do it anyway. You have to love other people even though you're tired and dealing with your own battles on the inside. You have to hold your ground while everything else is shifting and shaking about you are now someone else's strong fort. You can't throw your weight or temper about at anyone you please and you have to be logical, reasonable... comprehensible....
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I hope I learn how to love. Not love as in the idea of falling romantically, but in a way that protects, cherishes, honours, uplifts, strengthens, challenges and provides. I hope I can be enough, with God guiding me, to be someone else's fortress and hiding place, at least for a while. To treasure, nourish, decorate and beautify.
To love, in celebration of who they are,
to love, in hope, enough to see who they could be,
to love, in dissatisfaction, enough to push them towards all they can be.
Recognising that love, is giving myself, thoughts of myself away in place of thoughts of another and henceforth modelling all word, action and deed after and according to that very purpose. Recognising that love is more than words and you don't have to say much to show someone you love them.
I hope I can be enough.