I had a really good conversation with Sam last last night…it made me realize some things about myself.
First, I realize I’m much of a risk-taker…I only do things when I know for sure I can do it without well..failing. That’s why university was so scary when I first started…I didn’t know if I could “do it”. (I still doubt my ability, but now I have greater faith in God’s ability.) I think my fear of failing also applies in other aspects of life. As I grow older, I notice how it becomes harder and harder to love people without holding back. I guess to me, it’s a risk to care too much about other people…somehow, it stings when you care about the friendship more than the other person does. It hurts when you give and don’t receive the attention/care in return. Yeah, I know the way I talk about it makes relationships sound very much like a “transaction”. =/
Second, I think I’m a very proud person (while being pretty insecure about a lot of things too). I’m proud that I’m a guarded person. (I know “guarding your heart” is a good thing…but when I say I’m guarded, I mean I don’t let a lot of people close to me, and I don’t get close to a lot of people as I did before I got burned). Being guarded means that I don’t get hurt. I remember reading and relating to these lyrics:
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Pride was also one of the reasons why I stopped going to CCF/fellowship last year. I felt I was strong enough to sustain myself…that I needed no one. It was a bitter lesson to learn…But I learned we are meant to live in community… (I’ll talk more about this in another post)
And so, I guess that’s where the term “loving in pieces” comes into place.
I want to stop loving people in pieces…loving parts of people (ie: the “good” parts and the easy to love parts) and only allowing a part of me to love them. I think I have struggled and still struggle a bit with how we were supposed to love our parents, friends etc when God tells us specifically to “Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength” (Deut 6:5). Maybe it’s cuz my way of looking at things is warped. It’s not I am dividing off sections of my heart for loving other people and giving the biggest portion to God. Instead, by loving God with all my heart, soul, mind, strength…the outpouring of his love allows me to love other people. “We love because he first loved us” (1 John 4:19).
Sam shared with me a realization…he told me he had only one “regret”: he wishes he spent more time loving people and building memories with them. Looking back, things like marks and books don’t really matter anymore (not that they ever did a great deal!) He told me that relationships were the things worth investing in… And I agree.
In the end, it’s okay to be hurt. “Better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all”. It’s so cliche, but it’s true. Another quote I really love is from a line in “Paycheck” (Ben Affleck and Uma Thurman movie)…”We are the sum of our experiences”.
And so, I hope you won’t hold back…and neither will I.