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?