When Big Love Is Required.

What approach will do?

Differences make us who we are.

Similarities make us feel familiar.

Even twins are not the same.

Banging one’s head on the door. Again. And Again.

Hurts.

When love is tough, love is tough. When tough love doesn’t get the job done, make “it” work, at all costs, what is left to do?

Approaching a person, place or thing with love in mind can hold one hostage to the whims of a person who does or does not understand. Or care. Or prefer someone or something else. Lack of love. Left feeling in place or out of place. Who knows? Who ends up knowing whether the difference between the approach and the attack of the approach works to shake out the kinks.

What ends up happening?

We hold our fears hostage—hold onto them because we believe fear and love do not mix.. So our fears of not being loved in the way we think we should be, vanish along with any trace of the love we were hoping to find. Love. A belief so strong it can exhibit behavior unbecoming of a human.

Jealousy and the green-eyed monster perform monstrous feats of crazy-making situations and circumstances and project them upon the person we love most because deep down we bear to let them go. The hurts, habits, heartaches.

Maybe. We were never taught how. To love. Maybe we thought love was supposed to always feel “good.” Maybe. Seeing the hurt in the eyes of our so called nemesis was so difficult, we forgot our approach may have caused the dissection and dissection of all things we hold near and dear.

So we locked into the way we think we should be loved, we forget that another person may be crying out for their required wants and needs. Articulation is waning in ways large and small. Especially nowadays with all the expressive language taking over our better sense. Our better common sense. The bird and middle finger leading the charge.🫨.

So. We approach not getting hurt again by pretending not to love? An illegal game of chance? Maybe. Maybe not. When is the rush of the game enough? When is it not enough? No one really WANTS to admit they may have been wrong in the game of love. Or wrong about anything.

We are taught, although we may not practice the lessons we are taught as little children. Be kind. Be kind to your neighbor. Do unto others as they have done unto you. Not so swift are we about using a vulnerability of our neighbor and rubbing their face in their mistakes and misgivings. We hurt another unintentionally because being wrapped up in the head is confusingly comfortable. Or. Another quest……To be, right.

What is the point? Wishing or hoping for relentless hurt placed upon another’s psyche? There is a road leading up to the stonewall. There is also a deluge of gas leading up to the lighting. How we operate in the minutiae is a question for the most philosophical thinkers. Rest assured. The believers have already figured it out.

Why?

Facts are facts.

Truths are truths.

Right?

However, as humans, we take liberties. We take liberties with our neighbors through carefully crafted crazy making grunts and routine-ized lessons in putting a person in their “place.”

So. We look better than them. And they are perceived to be better than us. What holds us hostage now?

Guilt.

Not that kind of guilt.

The kind of guilt taught to us as a young children that we never came to really understand. How were we supposed to feel if we were feeling loved? No chance to learn about the different ways in which to test the waters of either love’s shallowness or deluge.

We never really know what the heart feels or what goes on in another person’s mind, or their world. Coming home to an empty house for some is

Empty.

”They” say, that love is patient, love is kind, it knows no boundaries. Blah. Blah. Blah.

What “they” failed to teach us is love is, at times, near to impossible, hurts like hell, and there are many minutes of every day we wonder,

Is love “worth” it.

I dunno.

I do know we are required to extend ourselves every minute of every day to others, over and above what we,

want.

We all have a laundry list of wants and needs. Adrenaline rushes that fuel our desires. Our different and familiar desires.

How did I know? How did I learn what love really is.

I watched.

I very carefully watched a man who did what was right by others. He put the focus on WE, not ME. To my wonderment and guilt at times. He was hurting deep down. A lot. His lessons and example of service continues to pull me not only out of my head, but out of the pit of despair. Flat out reject the victim mentality. Pulling me time and time again toward good and away from evil.

Time and again.

The life tests keep coming.

His love taught me well. By example. He was not a big talker, and seldom did he utter the words “I love you.” It did not matter, because I felt it.

Loved. By Him through him.

Sometimes as well as we think we know ourselves, we do not even have the awareness of what we are going through either.(dk)

Go figure, huh!

Survivor guilt?

Or.

Survivor remorse?

Believe you life has a purpose and a plan. Even during the most stupid life choice of moments😊 where we display our lack of self instead of our best self. Trying to make a point. Instead of being the point. Self interests interest us, until they do not.

Trust in Him, The only way to crawl out of the pit. The pit of despair. Believe in life. Believe your life has been preserved for a reason, and make it worth it.

Then.

You will not have to ask if love is ever “worth” it.

Because as tough as love can get. It is always worth the highest price to pay. And that price is

Me. Myself and I. AND. You. Yourself and You.

Always and Alway.

Believe.

Never get too comfortable.

The pit will present itself again and again in different ways, within different persons we encounter day to day. Who cross our paths.

Don’t fall in it or into it.

But.

If you do, pull out ASAP and start anew. No need to dwell on the stupidity of the past in any pit of despair. People are now counting on one another.

The future needs us. You. Me. Us. Any single being has something to give.

Give largely.

Give big ly.

Big love is always worth it. Big picture thinking is inclusively light filled.💡

What’s the point? Point forward. There is hard work to do.

There may be a thousand points of light out there. (ghwb)

However. If nothing ignites, we are back to blindness and stupidness.

Point forward we will need all to step up and exercise all the possibilities, the tithes, talents and extended hands to anyone and everyone. We are now called for, demanded of, and it is imperative of us to be there.

It is an obligation.

It is not optional.

To serve the needs of others. Remembering, they may be unaware of the extent they may need the helper of all helpers. Step out of the pit and into the world. Make a point of doing it. Be the point of service.😊

No more darkness.