Love well.

Often asked how I make it. Hoping a 2-fold reply might help someone.

1) The Lord. This can’t go without saying. Crucial. Nobody gets a chance to speak to me before the Lord speaks to me each day through His word.

2) A handful of people who know how to love well.
It is the 2nd one I’d like to try briefly to analyze. When I say these people love well, I don’t mean that they have to wear themselves out building me up. Ick. Oftentimes they love well by just overlooking all the public drama and letting me get lost in their good conversations.
Other times they’ll let me express my exasperation & they’ll jump in there with me and commiserate. At times they will cry with me. Get mad for me. More often they will laugh with me. I say this because I think loving well involves all of these things. Knowing when to speak.
Knowing when to shut up. Sometimes they’ll just admit they have no idea what to say. That’s good too. Here’s what I want to point out: Just a few people who know how to love well can make up for thousands who hate well. We indeed do NOT need to be loved by everybody. A few’ll do.
This, of course, is the rub. We might not have anyone in our lives loving us well so what are we to do? We can learn to love some others really well. I don’t answer this glibly. I’m somehow as built up & blessed by trying to love my handful of people well as I am by being loved.
It takes willingness. Willingness to be a giver & not just a taker in this affection-impoverished culture. It takes listening. Compassion. It takes Holy Spirit insight. It takes knowing that your resource of enduring love comes from the well of God Himself & not your own heart.
Somewhere toward the top of the list, it takes knowing when to subtly OR boldly help a person take himself/herself less seriously. Takes being TRUSTWORTHY so they can be transparent about their condition. Takes perseverance. Staying power. And for me, it takes a lot of laughing.
My handful of people is made up of more than 2 but there are 2 who lead out in my life of loving the best of anyone I know. We laugh together until we cry. We remind one another of the great faithfulness of God & how short this life is and how soon we will see the face of Jesus.
We talk about how he will crown our heads with everlasting joys. How worth everything Jesus is. You may not have this kind of person in your life but you can become this kind of person in someone else’s. And it begins to change the immediate culture around you. Neither of my two
even live in the state of Texas. And yet they love so well that, even from a distance, my heart is completely safe in their hands. This has come from the Lord. The Maker of heaven and Earth. The Giver of all good things. And I am so grateful.

Love well. Help somebody make it.

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