I know that I have been quiet for a while. This year has started off with a blast. It’s buzzing with newness. I haven’t been faithful to you. So I owe you all some good words on loving.
I want to talk about the unspoken language of love. Some believe that love announces itself loudly or boastfully but in reality she is quiet and demure. Always a lady and ready to serve her beloved.
Okay I know I am being poetic but that is not my intention right now. The unspoken language of love is not about what we say to each other to express our love. It’s more about the heart and spirit connection. My favorite movie is “The Notebook” and yes I have mentioned it before. I don’t just love it because it’s a mushy love story. But the main reason is that is displays the power of unspoken love.
The couple in the movie stayed connected despite the fact that her mind did not know him anymore. Her heart and spirit was naturally drawn to him. I always believed this concept to be true, that your heart and spirit would know the one your heart yearns to be with.
The only thing is that I have only seen it in the movies and never knew anyone who had experienced a love like this. Well that ended last week. I had a conversation with a mature female associate who shared her experience with her late husband, who had Alzheimer’s. She told me that one day he came home and didn’t know who she was anymore, yet he stayed with her daily and allowed her to take care of him. I asked her why?
She stated that he stayed because he knew her spirit. In “The Notebook” that is also why Allie responded to Noah although her mind didn’t know him. Yet she allowed him to read to her and spend time with her.
She stated that she had a moment when he came back to her for a few moments, he called her name several times. Then he was gone just as quickly. Just like in “The Notebook.” Only her husband died peacefully alone at their home.
But I have never heard anyone be so joyful after being widowed. As she celebrated the grandness of her marriage, she never doubted his love for her, even after he has been gone for over three years. She also said that their strength was in their shared love for God, so the spiritual really connected them deeper. It warmed my heart to hear her story and to know that loving this way was real.
I sat in my car wondering why God had allowed me to hear this story. What did he want me to glean from her story. The joy of loving and being loved. That even hard times, illness, and death cannot diminish it especially when God is at the core. I felt blessed and honored. But I also realized that joy comes with its own ups and downs. But she never said one thing about the downs.
Her heart rejoiced from the joy they brought into each other’s life. Up until this conversation I had only heard horror stories of marriages including those in my family. But I always knew there was another side, a good, and loving side. I knew for sure that someone has been successfully and fully loved.
I guess I needed this because I just turned 50 and it has taken too many years for me to experience or witness this love. But today my heart is full of joy to as I experience the quiet, demure love that God has confirmed is real.
Fedora Loves You. Peace