I don’t know who ever came up with that quote…but, just for the record I hate it. I completely disagree with the sentiment.
That statement is full of pride. The very thing that builds up walls and causes isolation, even within relationship.
Now, I cannot speak for everyone, but I know for myself that I am imperfect.
You heard me. Imperfect. I freely admit it.
Stubborn. Opinionated. Fierce.
Slow to boil, but when the steam is rising—step back or you might get burned.
Ugh. I dislike that about myself.
It has taken me years to realize that my gift of words can heal…or they can hurt.
And the choice is mine.
On Valentine’s Day everyone is talking about love. Millions of dollars are spent on showing each other how much we care.
Then February 15th rolls around and it is back to usual.
Relationship with any intimacy at all, is going to have times when the imperfect collides with reality.
Those times are the perfect time to say “I’m sorry”. Those words have healing power, if said with sincerity.
Those words humble me.
Love in the real world is not some Saturday afternoon chick flick. It’s not the handsome guy on a white horse. Or even drowning in expensive chocolates……
Love is strong. And it is tough. And it is brave.
It is humbled. And it is servant. And it is forgiving.
Love is a great gift.