Love. I have thought about that little four-lettered word
for a while now—specifically, marital love. I have come to the conclusion that
love should never be a passive verb. It should always be active. Sometimes the act of loving produces pain or requires great sacrifice, but at other
times it yields pure ecstasy. It is the most you will ever give, yet has the
potential to give you more than you could ever dream. Sometimes it feels like a
gentle spring rain, refreshing and pleasing; while other times it is a tempest
swirling around your head, tugging at your clothes, ripping apart your world.
However, at all times love requires great faith and fortitude. Perseverance is
part of love. It is what makes love eternal and desirable.
As frightening as all that may sound, love can be quite
practical. It’s the little things—a kiss good morning, pausing a moment to
listen, holding hands in the car, flowers just because, preparing a favorite
meal, loading the dishwasher, forgiving, a kiss on the forehead, pausing when
your spouse walks into the room to smile, and a thousand other little things
that say, “You are the love of my life and I’d do it all over again.” Love can
be quite simple, but it should always be acted upon.
So today, while you still have the chance, listen to your
spouse. Smile. Do something unexpected. Life is short, but love can be eternal.