There’s this idea that love is the one all-encompassing phenomenon that will complete you—sweep you off your feet and make you whole. People pine after it. Movies are made of it. Everything around you is telling you that there’s nothing quite like it.
I’ve never been in that kind of love before.
But, I’ve been loved by an amazing family. Surrounded by incredible friends and mentors—people who care for me even when I'm hard to care for. I’ve stood on a foundation of love with a God who is unshakable. And piece by piece love's consistent steady way has made me realize that it is a power that cannot be overcome—that goodness and truth spurn from love and vice-versa.
But, this is not the love of the movies. It is not clean. It does not always have a happy ending. There are struggles that must be overcome and lies that must be rewritten in order to keep striving, to keep trusting.
How easy it is for me to walk through life and forget that the love that surrounded me made me who I am today. It strengthened me when I felt at my weakest. It spoke truth when I was at my worst.
Those who have not felt that love—those who have been abandoned, neglected, stomped on their whole lives—that void has shaped them too. Their actions show that lack and reiterate that need. Their voices become, instead of steady tones, raging screams or swallowed up words inside.
And I, with love surrounding me, look at them in wonder—how could they think that way? How could they be so cruel to those around them? How could they not overcome? We are so often a reflection of the love that’s been poured into us.
So, I for one would like to pour a little more.