Recently, I started talking to a guy who has been my friend for a while, and actually, I’ve fallen in love with him.
This will be our sixth month together. He’s AMAZING, goes to church every Sunday when he’s home because he works offshore. He’s respectful, loyal, and treats me like no other person.
I genuinely love him and, God willing, I see a future for us.
But the thing that hangs some people up, is that he’s black.
Most of my family loves him, but the other half sees our relationship as “morally wrong.”
I just need a little advice from someone who can tell me to keep going.
GIRL NEEDING REASSURANCE
I met a preacher who lived to one hundred and one. They tell me he spent days sitting by the window in a wheelchair, talking under his breath.
He told people he was chatting with his best friend.
Once, I saw him point to a tree outside the window.
“THAT’S love,” he said. “Right there. See it?”
“That’s a tree,” a nurse pointed out.
He laughed. “What do you think MADE that oak tree?”
She shrugged. “The Good Lord?”
“Close,” he said. “Love made it! Look it up!”
While he cackled, she wheeled him into his room where she changed his diaper.
Well, technically, if we’re following the old man’s way of thinking, “love” changed his diaper.
Anyway, I’ve thought about him for many years. And if that man was right, love does more than sprout trees and change diapers.
It floats through the universe, making everything work. It’s the green stuff inside leaves. It makes flowers grow.
It makes stars explode, planets spin, mountains shoot upward, ice cream sweet. It made the Gulf of Mexico. It made fried chicken, Willie Nelson, and SEC football.
You know love because you are a product of it. It’s in your blood. You breathe it. You touch it when you pet dogs. You see it on Andy Griffith reruns.
Love is Cheryl—she visited the man who raped her, sixteen years ago. She drove to a bad neighborhood and delivered a handwritten letter with the first sentence reading: “I forgive you.”
Love is Nicole and Rena, who started a soup kitchen in their living room.
It’s young Jaylen, Elijah, and Taylor, who didn’t want to join an inner-city gang. Who volunteer on a farm instead.
Scott—who adopted a dog from a shelter. Then another dog. Then another.
It’s a slumped man in a wheelchair, who talks to the window because he misses his wife.
Love will rescue the woman thinking about swallowing a bottle of pills. It will cause people to give money to strangers.
And It will make “morally” blind fools to see again—one day.
It will comfort you, when you feel like everyone in this damn world is against you.
But they aren’t all against you.
The thing is, I don’t give advice. Because I am too unqualified. I will, however, tell you what an old preacher told me once.
“Love everything. Even hateful people.”
Keep going, darling.