Every moment of every day presents us with choices. At the end of the day, the answer to the inevitable question, “How was your day?” turns out to be a summary of the choices we made in those various given moments.
One June day eight years ago, I conjured a little poem about making those choices. I included it in my first (or third, depending on how you count) collection of blog posts, a little book called A Bridge at Crossroads: 101 Encouragements.
It’s not an especially great poem, but I think about it from time to time when I think about how we’re always making choices. I thought about it again yesterday, when I wrote about choosing joy and finding reasons to rejoice wherever we turn.
Love is the same way, because love is a choice in the same way joy can be chosen. The marriages that last are the ones where both parties have chosen to love each other, and for better or for worse. So, too, can an attitude of love be a choice in our interactions with one another. That’s what I was trying to say here.
Love anyway
When weariness overtakes you
And your fuse is short,
Love anyway.
When the slap of reality hurts
So bad you want to lash back,
Love anyway.
When the loss is so deep
You can’t see straight,
Love anyway.
When you’re tempted to quit
And go running away forever,
Love anyway.
That’s what love is;
That’s why it’s called love.
