our first love
I know what you need.
When life's blows send you reeling, you ache for someone who not only passionately longs to meet your deepest needs, but is always able to. You need a partner so capable that when crisis swallows crisis you can trust her to comfort, protect and power you to success. Yet you don't want to be smothered. On the contrary, you want someone who will nerve you to reach the heights you were born for. You pine for someone changeless, yet someone you will never tire of, someone who fits your needs so exactly it feels you were made for each other, someone whose love for you is so vast that it always satisfies. Someone faithful and genuine, and yet so resistant to the ravages of aging, sickness and tragedy as to seem immortal.
Being in love, however, is a risky, potentially agonizing experience. We might embrace with our eyes closed, but relationships are frighteningly fragile. Beauty sags. People change. Death or disagreement can so easily rob us of the one we love. You burn for unwaning intimacy, a companion who will never fail you, a friend who can always be with you, no matter what the hour or place, the instant you want this special person. Too often you are misunderstood. You want to unburden yourself with an admirer who knows your blackest secrets, yet delights in you with unswerving devotion.
Not a person on earth fits the bill, yet the ache remains. A few dreamers keep chasing the elusive high of starry-eyed love, forever groping for the perfect relationship. The rest of us give up and surrender, for that very person can only be God.
When life's blows send you reeling, you ache for someone who not only passionately longs to meet your deepest needs, but is always able to. You need a partner so capable that when crisis swallows crisis you can trust her to comfort, protect and power you to success. Yet you don't want to be smothered. On the contrary, you want someone who will nerve you to reach the heights you were born for. You pine for someone changeless, yet someone you will never tire of, someone who fits your needs so exactly it feels you were made for each other, someone whose love for you is so vast that it always satisfies. Someone faithful and genuine, and yet so resistant to the ravages of aging, sickness and tragedy as to seem immortal.
Being in love, however, is a risky, potentially agonizing experience. We might embrace with our eyes closed, but relationships are frighteningly fragile. Beauty sags. People change. Death or disagreement can so easily rob us of the one we love. You burn for unwaning intimacy, a companion who will never fail you, a friend who can always be with you, no matter what the hour or place, the instant you want this special person. Too often you are misunderstood. You want to unburden yourself with an admirer who knows your blackest secrets, yet delights in you with unswerving devotion.
Not a person on earth fits the bill, yet the ache remains. A few dreamers keep chasing the elusive high of starry-eyed love, forever groping for the perfect relationship. The rest of us give up and surrender, for that very person can only be God.
