I came across this on Don Miller’s blog today, from a series of posts “written” by his dog, Lucy. She reminisces about the time when Don came to get her when she was a puppy and this particular piece really stood out to me, because I think the same holds for human relationship:
I know now that was the day I was picked and being picked is a beautiful thing. But I also know beautiful things are frightening. When something beautiful happens it’s sometimes like an amputation, like your heart is being cut out with a knife. You don’t ever think when you are in extreme pain that you are being saved, chosen, picked for relationship, set aside to be loved. You can never really believe pain. It’s almost always something beautiful transitioning to something better, the whole time masquerading as a tragedy. [from Don Miller]
As I spent time camping this past weekend, I was brought face to face with how I am blessed to have friends who consciously choose me every day. When they are there with their listening ears, talking about the deep parts of life….
….as they go beside me, hiking sand dunes or floating down a river,
….or are jumping for joy,
….they love me beautifully. They challenge me and ask me hard questions and hold my burdens in their hands without ever asking why they have to.
But most wildly, most fully, most entirely, I am the child of a God that, above all, chose to create me and picks me to love every single day. The exquisite, set-aside quality of His love cuts me open sometimes, to the point where I can hardly take it. When I gaze up at a huge sky, punctured with thousands of stars, the bigness of His love rushes into me like a flood and I drown in it over and over again.