I don’t know if anyone noticed or if I’m the last to realise but I’ve recently noticed that in our weakness, helplessness and sinfulness (I think it’s the sin in us that causes all these to sprout) we often end up hurting those we love, especially those we love most.
I’m guilty as charged (no one’s as inspired as the one who speaks from personal experience :( ), and I’ve often felt that it’s when I care and love the “most” (well at least I thought I was, but alas, the deceitfulness of the heart) that I end up being hurt the most, because the more you care and love someone, you would desire the other to reciprocate. Simply because you love that person, and that this person’s reciprocated love would make you feel even happier.
And so we (guilty as charged ma) writhe in pain when the other doesn’t seem to care the way we want them to, and we become pushy, demanding, and become what KimOng (National Cyclist JosiahNg’s wife) calls the godzilla. The one who takes control dogmatically.
I reflected on this and felt really awful after, realising how I’ve made my friends’ lives centre and revolve around none else but me. :(
It’s such an irony as I mentioned at the beginning.
Why do we always end up hurting the ones we love most?
I think it’s when we come in.
I am humbled and reminded of 1 Corinthians 13, of what love really is. And as I look at the Lord Jesus and how much He’s loved us, yet never making it mandatory for us to love/accept Him in return, I am so ashamed at myself.
1 Corinthians 13:4-5
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Teach me, Lord, to love like Thee.
Yes, the Lord still needs to teach me such.