A Selfish Kind of Love

One woman.
She loves one man.
Two men in love and pursuing her hand in marriage.

One man refuses to pursue until the man she loves disappears.
The other is encouraged to pursue and does so, causing much pain.

Both attempt to outdo the other in declaring themselves the most in love. One that he has right of longevity, the other that he has more need - and who he's supported by. Both continually put down the other, citing all the reasons why they could not POSSIBLY be in love as much as themselves.

One even tried to make the woman pick between them as to who she would go to when the man she loved finally left.

I've been in love. I am in love. And I know that no love deserves being put down, mocked or undermined. Something neither of those guys learned.
Apart from lust. Which is falsely classed as love. And a selfish love.

A love that demands proves only one thing. That you love only yourself. It is a selfish love that cannot let go for the best of another.
True love lets go of everything for the best of the other.

The woman tried to pacify both of the guys and ended up in a pretty big mess.

God's pretty much her only help. And He did in a miraculous way.

Love lets go. Even though it hurts.
And love never boasts means that it doesn't go around telling the other person, I'm doing this for you.

When you would gladly die for someone else, it doesn't mean a storybook agonising death where the loved one ends up with a sweet sadness in having been died for. It doesn't mean drowning your own pain in a death to make the other person regret you.
Laying down your life for someone is living day to day with your pain, fighting your despair and praying and working to turn it into a thing of beauty.

Love is the most powerful thing in the world.
Like all good things, it is distorted by Satan.
And it can destroy you, if you let it eat away at you like a cancer, or it can make you shine.

Love is not your personal possession.
Love is God. God is love.
And He gives true love as a gift.

In Christ,
~Mademoiselle Siân

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