Like most people, I’m guilty of looking for love in all the wrong places.* In most cases, however, I’m guilty of looking for some version of love — the kind that makes sense to me and me alone… that operates on my terms and exists to serve my wants rather than my needs. It’s a dangerous combination, really — but my primitive mind (and the hidden desires of my heart, for that matter) won’t allow me to escape it. As a result, I fall victim to both seen and unforeseen consequences and wallow in regret more than I care to admit.
Bear in mind that the sting of disappointment from a flawed and failed love hurts all the same (at least in my book), so the source is of little importance here. Even so, I’m continually reminded that the remedy is not out of reach.
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” – Psalm 73:26
Weary and Wandering
As a believer, I am well aware that my own understanding of love — and that of the world around me — pales in comparison to the love of Jesus Christ. His loves sees me and my frailty and works to refine me for greater purposes — ones that my limited imagination can only fathom once those purposes are accomplished. That’s the kind of love I’m in need of most. Nevertheless, when my heart grows weary and begins to wander, I easily forget about this love and its implications; and left to my own devices, I find it hard to trust. As of late, this has certainly been the case, and it’s taking me a lot longer to find my way back.
Thankfully, helpful reminders — like this beautiful poem written by a member of my church community — resurface from my browsing history and hit me with much-needed words of truth. My hope is that it does the same for you today.
“What if there’s a love so focused, so obsessed – that it would sacrifice itself to give you what’s best?” – Connor Frizzelle
*If you’re familiar with that lyric, it’ll stop playing in your head shortly.