This I believe – love is not always a feeling. Love is a choice.
A Mother’s Love
She holds onto my leg; I can’t get away from her. She loves me – I know she loves me. Without me, she would not exist. I feed her and I clothe her. I teach her and I discipline her. Each day, I do my best to protect her.
Sometimes things aren’t always pleasant.
I’ve had poop on my fingers, pee on my lap, on my clothes, spit up and throw up all over me. I’ve had little sleep. Everything for her comes first and I put myself in 2nd place. She has bit me, hit me, screamed at me, threw spaghetti at me and laughed. Pregnancy brought swollen feet, swollen ankles, bulging veins in my hands, carpel tunnel in both wrists, the serious possibility of a hip popping out of joint, and a sore back. The labor itself brought pain and pressure and fear and stitches and blood and blood and blood.
This I believe – love is not always a feeling, love is a choice.
A Father’s Love
He holds onto my leg; I can’t get away from Him. He loves me – I know He loves me. Without Him, I would not exist. He feeds me and he clothes me. He teaches me and he disciplines me. Each day, He protects me.
Sometimes things aren’t always pleasant.
He has dirt and filth on His hands, in His lap, that I have brought before Him and laid upon His feet. Up all night, he waits for me. He’s had little sleep. He always puts me first. I have screamed at Him and embarrassed Him. I have done things that should make Him not love me, but this I believe – love is not always a feeling, love is a choice.
He had nails through His hands. Betrayed, he was spit in the face. People made fun of Him, people questioned His character. He was dehydrated and starved and beaten. His back was lacerated with whips and his forehead pierced by a crown of thorns. There was blood and blood and blood.
Love is a Choice
He had to get through the pain to get to the miracle. I had to go through the pain to get to my miracle. He had to choose to love me, even though I am not perfect. I choose now, and will choose every day, to love her for her whole life no matter what she does, right or wrong.
To love no matter what, with no guarantee of reward, no deal, no contract, no promise of getting love back – that is real love.
I am His child. She is my child.
This I believe – love is not always a feeling, love is a choice.
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