The cruelest words too often land on the hearts we love the most. The irony baffles me, every, single, time.
I care so much, too much about the language I use on those that I only meet for work, for business. The most formal and polite phrases anxiously chosen to professionally deliver a message that would best convey my purpose.
Is it because I must seize opportunities, or plant a positive thought about me in their minds to better my career?
Certainly so, but that’s not everything.
Even with friends, I care. I care that they know I care about them, that they can trust me. Messages of compliments and congratulations would constantly clamour their inboxes, in the hopes of cheering them up, reminding them I’m here for them always.
Is it because I must keep a social circle, or save a space in the umbrella for the rainy days?
That’d be great, but that’s not all.
For better or worse, we had said, as we fell into each other’s pool of love-struck eyes.
Hoping to be the best parents, we had held our newborn in our warm arms.
We had laughed, joked and built a fort of love as we played with our siblings, knowing we would be each other’s ‘bestest’ friends.
Had it been time? Stress? Those incomprehensible differences and uncountable clashes? Something, or perhaps all of them, have shaped our views, our words, our us.
Perhaps the love that seemed reddest have faded.
Or has it?
At the end of the day, I know it is my family I care the most about. I know that my heart races and aches whenever a grey cloud lingers above us.
Then, I wonder, how it is that the most hideous monster hidden in us, burst out the quickest to those we love the most?
Perhaps it is because they are placed the closest in our hearts, their words hurt us the most. And like a reflex, we attack back. With claws that never fail to scar and tear, our monsters too often war in wounding words.
Regret flushes in like tidal waves, drowning us, deep.
The water has already been spilt and, as so, words spit can never be retrieved.
Our only hope is only love
But “love covers multitudes of sins” (1 Peter chapter 4, verse 8). How gloriously and triumphantly the joyous verse proclaims our only hope!
It has been confirmed too many times that love that we try to quench is far too limited and conditional. No matter how much we think we care, our powerless, corrupt flesh can never fully express the heart that we truly have for one another.
But when God showed His unfathomably unconditional and inexplicably limitless love for such hopeless sinners as us through His Son, Jesus Christ, we see what Love truly is.
We are loved in the truest, reddest love there is, by Love, Himself.
This is our hope. Our one and only hope to live, express, fulfill and be filled in this fragile world.
We only need to make this Love our reality by being saturated in it ourselves every day in His Words and prayer, so that it flows out of us, unto others.
Let us not just live, but love. Live in Love!
Sunny is the reason the Son of God died. In this love, she is securely seat-belted in the rollercoaster of her Christian life, which is, by the way, one heck of a wild ride.