“It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly
until He has hurt him deeply.”
(a early morning sky in late October / Julie Cook / 2021)
A joyous yet difficult word…
but an even more difficult emotion…or it that feeling?
Love is uplifting as well as dejecting.
Warm yet equally cold.
Elusive yet beautiful.
Embracing while devilishly full of rejection.
Is it easy to love?
Easy to feel?
Easy to know?
Easy to hold?
Love, we know, offers security, protection and comfort
while also offering hurt, pain and misery…
So is love effortless?
Or is love futile?
Yet what of being loved?
Is receiving easier than offering?
Can we open ourselves to being vulnerable, fragile or perhaps
Will we feel worthy, deserving or capable?
Is our self image, self worth, self respect intact
enough to handle such a wild, yet calming gift given either so
freely or with much trepidation?
Such is our human love…
“Love is not affectionate feeling,
but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far
as it can be obtained”
C. S. Lewis