It is 3 a.m. I shift on the pillow.   What was that dream?

I lay contemplating. Lights on? Lights off? How far do you wanna take this?

With legs intertwined between sheets, I reach for the light. Oh… This is serious.

I grab my journal, my pen, and soon my thoughts can’t keep up with my scribbling hand.

Love…Why does love consume my daily rhythms and my nightly rems.

And why did I dream of him? And him too?

I beg for answers in the early dawn. God is not kind. He loves a mystery.

But love consumes me; it is the tempo to my day to which I measure… How much love was smashed, in the twenty-four hours?

Did I give love?

Did I get love?

That is the simple equation that must end with a positive integer.

I tally my week like standing in a grocery check-out line; mentally adding up the final cost.

• A “I love you, Lisa” from a ninety-one-year-old client.

• A package received across thousands of miles

• A hug given to blue eyes after surgery

• A tap on a knee from a white lab coat

• A nod to a stranger inviting him to join me on the pew

• A text for coffee served with a side of sweetness

 

My night awakens my craving … but my day is the real deal.

I give love.

I get love.

“If I gave everything… but did not love others, I would be of no value.” I Corinthians 13:3

Or as the Beatles sang, All you need is love.

I heard the whisper. You are good.

I drop my journal and the pen to the  floor.

Until my dreams get introduced to the light…. Lights off. Goodnight.

So do you give? Do you get?