Love.
So much more powerful than our tiny definition allows it to be.
So much stronger, and yet more gentle than a whisper.
The truth of it cuts, deeply, then it heals.
Love is a warrior, not a pansy.
Love stands, and fights.
It forgives, but does not roll over and play dead.
It extends mercy, yet fiercely protects.
Love reaches into the darkest shadow to say, "I see you. I accept you.
I believe in you. And I'm sure as hell not leaving you. Let's do this together."
Love is a warrior.
The most favorite of your writings that I have had the Honor of reading. I do however have a question. How much are you willing to fight?
ReplyDeleteI am willing to fight with my everything...
DeleteWhat is your everything?
DeleteI read this again as a reminder to myself that no matter how bad a situation gets my teammate(s) has my 6.
ReplyDeleteThat is a very encouraging thing to know...
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