I ask my husband the same maddening question at least once or twice a week.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes,” he replies.
“A lot.” He is absorbed in his computer screen.
Hmph, I think to myself, He should say yes, but that didn’t do it for me. I’m still craving something stronger.
Sometimes I feel insecure, unpretty and in need of reassurance, and I want someone to convince me of my loved-ness. When I ask this mindless question I am really asking for something that he cannot give me with a word.
I used to think this was because we overused the word, causing its true guttural meaning to fade little by little. We say, “I love those shoes!” or “I love her hair cut” or “Tell me you love me”. But really, I think it is because love lives in an action, not in the verbal word. Anyone can say anything. But to act it out is real and tangible and measurable.
In 1 Corinthians, of course, Paul is describing how love ought to look between one another. It is always patient and gracious. never rough, arrogant or boastful.
Instead of asking my husband this silly question which really means nothing, I should see what he is doing. Because on that computer screen, he has been updating our budget, paying the bills, and making sure we have enough to make ends meet by the end of the month. He is purchasing my vitamins on amazon and answering emails for work. It’s not moonlit-gondolas-in-Venice-candle-lit-dinner “love” – That kind is just for show. It’s practical, unglamourous, love, that works for the good of another. That’s fulfilling and good for the soul.
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