November 17, 2003

  • A sermon.  Not mine.  But one I've been thinking about a lot.  I got miffed at DH this week.  Okay more then miffed.  Because their were no "feelings" of love.  And *wah*  I didn't feel special.  (Insert whine)   He had forgotten to do some things that I felt were important.  I had forgotten to do some things, and said some stupid things.  And then some apologizing happened.  And things started working again.   Marriage is hard work.    It can also be a ton of fun.  But...oy HARD work.  LOL   


    This is a "old" song.  It was "new" when I was in high school.   But the words, the words are appropriate, and applicable to today and to my life. 


    We were talking in Sunday School this morning about what love is.  And I had a conversation with a dear friend last night that also got me thinking.   Love has so many meanings.  And can get so twisted and warped out of proportion.  I *almost* didn't put this blog up 'cause I don't want said friend to think I'm preaching at her.  I'm oh so not,  just thinking, thinking hard, and remembering to WORK on the love in my life.    


    Theirs been romantic moments in my life with my husband.  And theirs been sheer drudgery.  And we're not even into this thing 5 years.  Sooon, but not yet.   My Sunday school teacher pointed out this morning that love is a verb.  I'm pondering that.   And I'm pondering this song. 


    Oh this is essentially sung as folk music for those of you who haven't heard of him. 


     


    Love is Not a Feeling
    By:  Don Francisco
     

    Verse 1

    So you say you can't take it, the price is too high
    The feelings have gone it seems the river's run dry


    You could never imagine it could turn out so rough    
    You give and give and give and still it's never enough



    And your emotions have vanished but what's held to thrill?
    You wonder if love is still alive in you still             
    But that ring on your finger, was put there to stay         
    You'll never forget the words you promised that
    day

    Chorus

    Jesus didn't die for you because it was fun
    He hung there for love because it had to be done         
    And despite of the anguish his word was
    fulfilled


    Love is not a feeling it's an act of your will
    Love is not a feeling it's an act of your
    will


    Verse 2

    Now I wouldn't try to tell you that it's easy to stand
    When Satan's throwing everything that's at his command     
    But Jesus is faithful, his promise is true
    And whatever he asks he gives the power to do


    Chorus
    Jesus didn't die for you because it was fun
    He hung there for love because it had to be done         
    And despite of the anguish his word was
    fulfilled


    Love is not a feeling it's an act of your will
    Love is not a feeling it's an act of your
    will


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    To the friend thank you for last night.  I walked away from the computer in tears.  You made me think, and made me grieve, and made me work at things once again.  May God be honored in both of our lives. 

Comments (5)

  • Wonderful reflections!:heartbeat:

  • Thanks for reminding me that marriage is hard work *sigh* :)

  • How blessed are you and your friend to have each other, in these times when we would rather sit and feel sorry for ourselves, the best thing that can happen for us is to have a mentor or friend who requires us to take our eyes off ourselves.  Y'all are blessed to be that for each other.

    I just encourage you to keep working, because you are indeed working towards a wonderful reward later on down the line.  My husband and I are fixing to start our 27th year of marriage, and I can promise you it gets so very much easier, it gets to a place where you are reaping a wonderful harvest for all the years you sowed into it.  It's the greatest time in our lifes. Love, Cathie Jo

  • Been struggling with this myself lately...Trying to decide if I want to blog about it or not...thanks for sharing your reflections:eprop:  h,

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