I think we learn how to love from the people who first love us. For me, this was my parents. I remember my mother gathering me on her lap. She used to say, "you are my treasure." I now know she was referring to a proverb that says "where your heart is, there also will be your treasure." But as a kid I used to picture my brothers and sister and I, each a different jewel (I was a ruby) packed into this precious treasure chest that my mom carried with her always. I felt so valuable. I knew I was loved because I could visualize, with my eight year old imagination, what I was worth to my mother.
I remember sitting in the truck, in a Shaw's parking lot, listening on the phone to my mother crying. She had my letter in hand- the one that told her we had eloped. And I knew she didn't understand. I knew she thought she was losing me, that we would never get back to the treasure-chest days. I was walking away from 24 years of love toward a man I knew for three months.
I didn't understand then, what I know now. And that is that it is possible to do the right thing the wrong way. Rich is right for me. I know now more than I have ever known that he is my one. But I broke a few hearts in the process. When we choose to turn away from the people who first love us, our hearts never quite return to the way they were before. Sometimes I wonder if this childlessness is the result of that quick decision. When we don't honor our parents, do we lose the chance to become parents ourselves?
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Oh child, if disobeying yeilded so heavy a consequence. How could any of us somuch as breath. To everything there is a season, could apple blossoms last in winter, has hot soup ever tasted so good as on a frigid winter day. And He will make his joy complete in you. For I know most of All it is not our actions that open and close the doors of our lives, but his divine purpose. And Know that the potter knows the deep desires of his clay after all he formed your very being,that which your soul desires. If we allow the fertile land of our hearts to be cultivated their will be much fruit.
ReplyDeleteJust a neighbor in mapleville. I wish I got a penny for every fly i could swat here. You were in the culinary buisness way back then!
If I'm not mistaken a jewel,whether it is wore,handled or keep in a box, only increases in value. Lifes decisions has consequences,but the grace extented by our loving god can turn a dry barren ground into a fruitful fertile place.
ReplyDeleteMapleville sounds like a nice place to spend Thanksgiving.