I have a very dear friend who was sharing with me one day that she believed that Love is very powerful. More powerful than any of the tools that many of us use to cope with life. Now I grew up to believe that what she was saying, was indeed true, however in my own mind, I had used tools that seemed to make things happen even quicker.
Anger, control, fear… I saw others use these tools and reap results, so it made sense to me that they’d work for me as well. While these tools never felt “right” while using them, in the end, they helped make things happen. Trust me, you either use these tools yourself or they are daily being used upon you. The insurance man will give you every fearful scenario out there to convince you to buy that extra policy. Parents will yell at their children to get them to respond. Controlling people will use anger to dictate to others.
So while my well meaning friend explained her point of view, deep down I wasn’t convinced. That is until experience changed me at the core. As I’ve shared in some of my previous writings, my youngest sister was hit by a drunk driver over a year ago and the accident has now left her living in a nursing home. We have yet to hear my sister speak since that accident and every day we await her full recovery.
It has been frustrating, tiring and at times seems never ending. In fact, just recently, after returning from a much needed vacation, days later my family received a call from the nursing home saying that my sister was being rushed to ER as she had fallen out of her bed. My sister isn’t moving very much, so we knew her fall would’ve been a straight one to the floor as her reflexes are not responding so well. As soon as the call came through I began to cry and scream “I can’t do it, I can’t do this anymore!!!”
I can’t tell you how many times I have either said that or felt it, regarding my sister’s situation. It’s been a year and throughout this past year it has been one long rollercoaster after the next. Yet there’s one thing that always seems to change it all. Love.
My family has stuck by each others side, my sister has a husband and daughter who both continue to love on her. It’s the moments where my 2 year old niece will sit on her mommy’s bed, stroke her softly, cover her with blankets and say “Mommy, mommy”. Those simple moments of Love, continue to be our source of strength.
Love has all of the sudden transformed my eyes to see it as no longer a small, sweet thing you feel from time to time, but as a Power house of strength and hope. Love is what helps me when I see my sister in her current condition, see beyond it all and love her with everything I can give. It’s the Power that helps me crack another joke, just to see her smile, when I really want to run out of her room and ball my eyes out.
Love is the Power that keeps her loving husband continuously there, loving on her, sharing memories with her, despite that she’s unable to respond to him with the same words and actions.
Love has reshaped my way of thinking, because it has shown me that when all else falls apart, it remains. When I get angry, I destroy. When I try to control, I only push away. When I use fear, I myself am pulled into its bottomless pit. Yet with Love, I actually win. With Love, I build. With Love, I draw out the best. With Love, I’m full to the place where I overflow.
So while I daily learn more and more about Love and it’s Power, I also begin to say “no” to my old friends, the impostors of strength and Power. The next time you have the option to choose your choice of weapon, may I suggest that you choose Love. It is the force that will do more for you in a lifetime than any other weapon known to man. Yes my friend, Love, it’s Power.