Love. Such a weird word. It means so much in the English language. When I was learning Biblical Greek last year, you would not believe how many words for love I had to memorize. English has a lot of great words. Bumbershoot. Pterodactyl. Librocubicularist. Superfluous. But love? It encapsulates just about eighty-seven different feelings with the same four letters.
As I mentioned a couple weeks ago, February is a month where people often reflect on their romantic relationships. Or, in my case, lack thereof.
I’m young. And I’m overall pretty happy with where I am in life, though I sometimes wish time would go a little faster. I have plans, hopes, dreams, places to go, things to see. But none of that matters unless that’s where God is leading me.
Some days I feel so, so, so young, like I’m never going be old enough to get to where I want to be, or experienced enough to drive that darn standard car, or even to lead in a Bible study or a devotional where I feel like I barely know what I’m talking about. Then there are days when I look upon the grammar of today’s youth and despair, the days I feel pleased as punch about the way I act and how I conduct myself. Then I see someone else, see something I maybe don’t have, and I plummet back to feeling young.
At this point you’re probably more confused than I am about how this connects to love. I’ll try to bring it together, but we might have some loose ends in this email…
All around me, I’m starting to see people my age launching into life with gusto, leaping into things like college, moving out, and relationships. And I’m stationary. I have a plan, but it’s coming in the months ahead. And it’s easy to think, what am I doing? Or, worse, what does everyone else think I should be doing? But it’s not about that. My choice should not be swayed by anyone else; it should be focused on God.
To sort of bring this around to love, I don’t need to find a “relationship” in which to pursue love. I have lots of people around me to love, including my family and friends. Why waste time bemoaning what I don’t have, what I am waiting for in the future, when I can focus on right now, on letting God shape the woman I am becoming. I should focus on who I am inside.
Well, that was a bit of a ramble, but it needed to come out. So here we are!
