What's Your Love Story?

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Have you ever experienced that 'feeling' of being in love with a special someone whom you consider an angel, the who was your world, that special someone you believed was worth every single breath you take? Just a question for you to consider. What is your love story?

To some people, the story of love sound sappy to them, they feel love is overrated. I tell you what, considering what people would do for love in ancient times, love is so underrated in the world we live in today. I believe love stories are the greatest motivational and inspirational masterpieces of life. Although, I agree that love is purely action and should not be limited to our feelings or emotions alone, yet I believe even without experiencing the expression of love, the mere feeling of being loved is one of the strongest, if not the strongest, emotion anyone can possibly experience in his lifetime. Therefore, I consider those who have never experienced the feeling of being loved the most unfortunate of all people.

In other to strengthen that claim above, permit me to get into my biblical viewpoint for just few seconds: No one on earth is unloved. John 3:16 sealed that deal. So those who are miserable and those who are counted unfortunate because they lack the feeling of being loved are the cause of their own predicament. When love is offered, the best thing to do is to accept it. God offered His love to all men, He sent His only Son to die to make His love freely available and easily accessible, He provided man with the cheapest means of getting acceptance, yet in our pride, we still reject Him. Even today, God still offers His love, His arms are widely spread and He is ever ready and always willing to accept us, as long as we come to Him. If you feel unacceptable, disreputable or unloved, check yourself, have you accepted the love God is offering you?

All over the Bible, God displays His love to man. But really, love, in the general sense, comes with a strong force that motivates or inspires someone to give their best and their all to satisfy that feeling of being loved. Its opposite, hatred, also shares similar strength. Do you willingly subject yourself to physical, emotional or other forms of abuse? Is that your own opinion of being loved?

Thoughts To Ponder

First, what has your love for yourself cause you to do?
Do you think it's right to blame others for not loving you (enough), when you yourself do not show any form of love towards yourself?

Second, what has your love for others caused you to do?
How do you express your love to others? Dear parent, how can you claim that you love your children and you want the best for them when all you ever do is abuse them verbally or even physically? Young man, you love her so much that the best thing you could give her to prove beyond doubt that you truly do love her is to abuse her both physically and/or sexually. Young man, I'm so confused, what exactly do you call such kind of love? There is no doubt, love has so much being perverted in the world we live in today. Young girl, I don't care whatever your weight is or whatever the rating of your beauty is upon the scale of 'Number of Guys Who Noticed Me,' it is not right to submit yourself to sexual abuse from a guy because you want to be accepted and loved. That is the total opposite of being accepted or loved. Do you really want to hear the truth? Well, since you asked for it: When you throw yourself so easily into the hands of men, you are not being accepted, you are being disrespected and insulted; when you allow a guy to do to and with you whatever he deems fit, you are not being loved, you are being used.

The third and most important question is this: What did you do with the love of God?
God still continues to extend His love to you, even today. Yes, even while you are still in that abusive and perverted relationship, your own version of love-relationship. To experience love is to experience freedom. And today, God wants to give you freedom from your turbulent relationships, He wants to rescue you from your own version of love. Let Him write your love story, let Him show you how it is done. He's got the real stuff, the best deal, and He offers it to you today. You only have two options: Take it or Leave it. Which will you choose?

PLEASE SHARE WITH ME YOUR LOVE STORY:
1. With God.
2. With others

 

[Therapon]

My Beloved
Meg's heart stopped beating at 10:15 a.m. Sunday, September 3[SUP]rd[/SUP], 2006. I was sitting right beside her and saw that beat falter and then still. I sat for a long time looking at her dear face. She was at peace, but just sitting there hurt so much I didn't know what to do. She had been my life for many years, my compass, the other half of me, but now she was gone.

I went home, but it was a terribly empty place. Everywhere I looked there were reminders of her, a pretty apron, those little slippers for her tiny feet, her Bible. On a table sat what had once been a beautiful flowering plant. It hadn't been watered while we were in Hospice so it died. I touched those wilted leaves and fallen flowers and started to cry.

Almost three years have passed since Meg was diagnosed with melanoma of the brain. They could only remove one of the three lesions so after neurosurgery Meg was given radiation and oral chemotherapy. It worked and her cancer went into remission. Dr. Harwin called her "a miracle lady." I told him that it wasn’t his miracle, but God's. Twenty months later she fell and broke her femur. This called for another surgery, but this time things didn't go so well. Oh, they put her leg back together alright, but Meg's system had been seriously weakened and ever-so-slowly her cancer returned. I kept telling her she was doing just fine, even when I could see she wasn't. We were in denial, I guess.

She was also losing her equilibrium so I never let her walk anywhere without supporting her, not even to the bathroom. She wasn't remembering things very well either, so every time I closed her bathroom door, I'd caution, "Now don't you get off the pottie without calling me."

One day Meg didn't call and a couple of minutes later I heard a thump. I found her lying on the bedroom floor with her three-wheeled walker on top of her. I was so frightened and angry I could hardly speak, "Damn, damn, damn, I told you not to get up without my help, why didn't you call me?"

"I'm sorry honey, I forgot."

"Did you hit your head?"

"I don't think so."

"Are you hurt?"

"I don't think so."

But she began complaining of a headache; couldn't walk by herself, could hardly stand, her speech was slurred and she couldn't remember what she was saying long enough to finish a sentence. The doctors said Meg's brain had hemorrhaged from the fall and her cancer had spread throughout her body. Meg fell into a coma, but with medication, she came out of her coma and was conscious about a third of the time. I found a nurse who could help us eight hours, five days a week.

After the nurse left at noon on Friday, I'd say, "OK sweetie, it's just you and me til Monday." Cooking and feeding were no problems, but I was 78 with a very weak heart so rolling Meg on her sides to bathe, clean or change her was hard. I didn't mind anything I had to do; it was a privilege of the Lord to feed and care for my beloved lady.

She was now very weak and uncoordinated, but she still helped all she could. She was more worried about my weak heart than she was about herself. "Sit and rest when you can, dear man." We spent a lot of time just holding hands and talking. When I sat on the bed beside her, she would take my face in her trembling hands and say, "beloved husband."

I'd reply, "beloved wife."

Meg did fairly well at home for the first few days, but she was eating little and terribly thirsty. She couldn't swallow very well so I could only give her one teaspoon of water at a time. If I gave her more she'd choke. If I left the room, even for a minute, she'd call and call until I returned. She'd say, "Please don't leave me, dear," so I didn't, except to eat or go to the bathroom.

She'd lost a lot of weight by now and was almost blind. I'd take her emaciated little body in my arms and we'd start to cry. We both knew she was dying. "I don't want to leave you, beloved husband."

"Oh I know, beloved wife, but this isn't our call and we can't fix it." We talked about our many years together, about the good times and about the things we couldn't undo and couldn't fix. We cried a lot about those things, too, and now we were losing each other.

She was awake less and less each day, but when awake, she'd take my hands in hers and say, "beloved husband," to which I'd reply, "beloved wife." After two weeks at home, Meg was comatose most of the time so she was taken to Hospice. Three days before she went to be with the Lord, she half-wakened. She couldn’t see me anymore so she had to ask . . .

"Are you still there, dear man?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Goodby, beloved husband," and she went to sleep.

With tears running down my face I replied, "goodby, beloved wife."

Never has there been a more godly, loving, humble and forgiving person than she, even in death. I’m 85 now so I’ll soon be with her. I don’t belong here anymore either.

Therapon

 

[starfield]

Very touching, Therapon. When we are in Christ, we needn't fear death, for it cannot separate us from God's love. Someday you will see your beloved wife again.
2 Cor 5:6-8
6 Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord:
7 (For we walk by faith, not by sight: )
8 We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.

God bless you, Sir.

 

[kip-s]

Wow! Therapon, what can I say. This story is very touching. Thanks for sharing it.We're all like pilgrims in this world, so no matter how long we live on earth, someday we must depart and go to a place where we'd live throughout eternity. The best thing that can ever happen to man is to have a relationship with God, his creator. For what does it profit a man who gained the world but loses his soul. I'm so glad she's with the Lord and someday you'll be with her for eternity, a place where neither death nor lie will separate you from her, and especially from GOD.

Thanks once again, Therapon.

 

[damombomb]

Just imagine seeing Jesus, your dream come true. Then seeing your loved ones there are there, want be any more tears or
death. I lost my dad at age three and i can't wait to see him. Right before he died he started going to church, he told my
mom, something wonderful has happened and when i see you again, i will tell you .

 

[hattiebod]

Thank you for sharing your story with us, so moving, such love and devotion. I am married 30 years now to my beloved husband, he is devoted to me, as I am to him. We talk of how fortunate we are. We do not take our lives together for granted. It is comforting for me reading your story that I know you will be with your beloved wife again one day, no more pain, no more tears. As for you not belonging here anymore....I say you you are wrong! You are a wise Godly man who has much to share and much to teach. God Bless you and may He continue to sustain you, <><. 'many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away.'

 

[danschance]

I don't really know much about love. Sure I have been in love but the love has never endured. But there has been one who has loved me consistently my whole life, even when I turned my back on this person and went after all the wrong things. We stay in contact, but mostly it is me doing the communicating and when I do receive communication back, it is amazing, every time. In fact we are engaged, even tho our eyes have never met. This person is somewhat famous too and I bet most of you here know of this person. His name is Jesus.

 

[jinx]

Married to the love of my life now for nearly 21 years. Every once in a while we say our wedding vows over again, last year our 20th we did this and got new rings, had a little ceremony. He is my best friend, my leader, lover, supporter, my person to pick on, and my cuddle bear.
We were high school sweet hearts. I saw him first. I love him so much.

 

[RedTent]

It is such a beautiful happening when we can have love on this earth that reflects the love that is of God. God’s love trumps all love, but someone said that just as we are made in the image of God, so many things of our physical world has a spiritual part to it.

We can choose to reflect God’s love in our earthly love. My marriage was a reflection of the marriage that God told us of, the two of us really became one and we worked together as a team. The wonder of it is beyond words to describe. When death separated us, I married again, thinking that there would be the same oneness. My partner lied to me about understanding anything about God, there wasn’t the oneness, and it was a life of misery.

The love between me and my parents was to be as God ordained it, but it wasn’t. We had to be separated for the first five years of my life, and when we met after that we never bonded. If this relationship could have been put under God by all of us, what a lot of grief could have been avoided.

That God loves us so much that He sent a way for us to be made so clean we can live with Him forever is the supreme, the unbelievable love. When we include His ways in our earthly loves, it is a blissful reflection of that love.

 

[kaytyndy]

how i would love to know how you managed to go this far......i always pray for my unknown-spouse and hoping to have a true love story

 

[p_rehbein]

John 3:16, could there be a greater love story?