Most will tell you that it’s very difficult to comment on something you’ve never had or experienced. I thought, many years ago, that I was in love. Looking back now, I still believe I did experience love, but it was only a small footprint of how I believe God ultimately designed love.
So here’s where I ponder. If God designed something so incredible, so vast, so different and so everlasting, why do we use it as a period at the end of a sentence? Why do we cheapen it and sprinkle it in casual conversation?
I can already here the sighs, “Danny, you simply don’t know what you’re talking about…you’ve never experienced it, you’re not married, you don’t know what it’s like.”
Years after my initial brush with love, I’ve gained a little perspective. The next time love comes my way, I want to treat it with the reverence it deserves. For me, that means it’s kept for the most intimate moments, never overused or devalued, never habit.
Maybe what they say is true, maybe I am young and naive. Or maybe I should just rewrite the expectations and norms everyone has come to love.