Love doesn’t look like this.
Today as we battled the darkness of shame and judgement, Elle and I were reminded of our own fleeting time and the ever-hounding question: what are we doing? Sure, we love antiques and design, photography and the lot, even if we’re good at it, successful at it, what does it amount to in the end?
If we aren’t rooted, founded in something more meaningful, what’s the greater point of all the things we like to do? When we have our stern faces on, serious, sad or curious about what’s next, it’s not always a pretty sight. There is so much to be said for the beauty found in broken moments, and in the addressing of deeper things in the middle of a busy day. All the things you think are priorities can often take the back burner to what really matters for why you’re here - your purpose is greater and grander than your job, or even your passion. For us, it’s God. We have seen again and again, the healing, the overcoming and honesty that is apparent in forgiveness and faith. Faith, like love, doesn’t always look pretty or showcase itself in perfect times. There’s a reason those traditional vows make so much sense, boiling down to - through anything, we’re together. It’s done the same way as a reflection of Christ’s love for us, through anything, we’re together. I’m hardly a decent man, and am more than not too busy to take the time to sit and unwind, going and going until I snap. I’m grateful for a partner in life who helps me get there, who shows me where I’m faltering and where I can be stronger, who can laugh with me and cry too. Because love doesn’t look like this, it looks like a normal culmination of two people back-to-back holding hands as one pulls the blanket more and the other shifts around, it can frustrate you only as a showcase of your own impatience. Seeing each other for who they can be, is greater than seeing someone for what they’ve done, and it’s the most valuable gift I’ve ever been given, and I have it because of Elle.