It’s mid-morning as I write this. I’ve tried to sit in silence but my heart and head are too full of thoughts. I’ve miss so much my family-especially my mum(the way she shows her care for me). They thunder inside me, and it’s impossible to be quite-but I’m trying. Maybe that’s all anyone can ever do. I hope we are measured by how much we try rather than how quite is actually is inside us.
As I opened my bible-reviewing for tomorrow’s exam of Fr. Ian, it just slipped on this page;
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”(1 Cor 13:4-7)
I’ll never forget her or that night. She was standing in the corner, wearing a red dress whose hem was high above her knees. With her lips painted to match her dress, she smiled at each passer-by. Her eyes filled with invitation called out to one and all. Now keep in mind that I’m not the sort of teenager who takes up with that kind of woman, but those eyes…and those lips, slightly curved in a smile that held the promise of delights beyond imaginations.
No one enjoys being used. But in a sense, being used is what it’s all about. Anyone who wants to feel LOVE must be willing to be used by others-must become a prostitute- but not an ordinary hooker. Many people have been imprisoned by the exploitation of others. A hooker poured out her love with no strings attached, transforming the experience of being used into an act of genuine service. Patient beyond reason, never putting on airs or being proud of its humility. Love is never self-seeking, never broods over past injuries. It knows know limits, and that means there is no point where it stops and says,”That’s it, no more!
It’s more difficult to accept than it seems because it requires a great deal of humility. To be the source of others happiness is indeed a position that can inflate the ego. But it can also be very humbling, for it means people are using you. Many reject being used as an offense to their dignity.
Every one wants to be loved and everyone wants someone to love, sometimes we think that we are in love and other times it is just plain lust that drives our emotions.
There’s only one kind of love that can fill us up, make us whole, and give us the happiness we all want: unconditional love. It is unconditional love that we all seek, and somehow we intuitively realize that anything other than that kind of love isn’t really love at all—it’s an imitation of the real thing.
Jesus did it. Why can’t we?
“I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me: love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things that you might be ashame of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you”