Love, The Battlefield
"Why does love always feel like a battlefield,I guess you better go and get your armor...I never meant to start a war and don't even know what we're fighting for...Why does love always feel like a battlefield?!"
I heard this song on the radio while driving around yesterday...and I was so deeply moved by the words. I could literally feel her pain...I wanted to scream, 'I KNOW!! WHY?!!'
For the entirity of my life, I have felt like a soldier in the middle battle when it comes to experiencing the love of a man, whether family or otherwise...fighting for the right to be loved, to be worthwhile, to be somebody...
Why does it feel as though no one is fighting back. Or better yet, fighting alongside me? Why does it feel like a brutal bloodbath of the heart...like the infantries that stormed the beaches of omaha and normandy, or the rebel armies marching straight at the wall of red-coats, or the soldiers of iwo jima?! why does something so wonderful, as being loved, feel like something so dark, and painful, and deadly?!
I realize I do need armor, that which is not of this world...and can be matched by no other force. I also realize that I am not alone, that legions stand alongside me...ready. Love, on earth, is dark and painful and deadly because it's as corrupt as the humans that intend to share it. But love, through and by God, is glorious. Yes, there is a battle that I must be armed for. Yes, to fight alongside the Author of Love. For then glorious victory follows...freedom, freedom, freeom.
I heard this song on the radio while driving around yesterday...and I was so deeply moved by the words. I could literally feel her pain...I wanted to scream, 'I KNOW!! WHY?!!'
For the entirity of my life, I have felt like a soldier in the middle battle when it comes to experiencing the love of a man, whether family or otherwise...fighting for the right to be loved, to be worthwhile, to be somebody...
Why does it feel as though no one is fighting back. Or better yet, fighting alongside me? Why does it feel like a brutal bloodbath of the heart...like the infantries that stormed the beaches of omaha and normandy, or the rebel armies marching straight at the wall of red-coats, or the soldiers of iwo jima?! why does something so wonderful, as being loved, feel like something so dark, and painful, and deadly?!
I realize I do need armor, that which is not of this world...and can be matched by no other force. I also realize that I am not alone, that legions stand alongside me...ready. Love, on earth, is dark and painful and deadly because it's as corrupt as the humans that intend to share it. But love, through and by God, is glorious. Yes, there is a battle that I must be armed for. Yes, to fight alongside the Author of Love. For then glorious victory follows...freedom, freedom, freeom.
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