there is such power in the choosing.
in the choosing we pronounce worth and life over dejected and dying souls.
by looking into someone’s teary eyes and telling them with the determination and passion of an soldier fighting on the same ground he played on as a child, that you choose those teary eyes to look into, you slay the advancing armies of terrorizing frustration and crippling doubt.
there is much communicated in the choosing.
in the choosing you say another is worth your time, your energy, your trust.
you declare them deserving of memories you have buried, fears you have ignored, and dreams you have shushed.
you boldly proclaim:
I choose you. you with the flaws and the fears and the flighty tendencies. i have found you to be worth my time, not because of my skewed view of your perfection; you stand on no pedestal my dear. i have found you to be worth my time, not because you fit me perfectly or fulfill my every last want and need; that was never your purpose on this earth, let alone in my life. i have found you to be worth my time, not because you have it all together; we both know full well we are far from there.
I have found you to be worth my time because you are kind. you are fierce. you are humble. you are passionate. you are strong. you are honest.
and my dear, you are willing to try.
that’s all I’ve been looking to find.
i will continue to care for you as you continue to care for me.
i won’t fear showing you kindness because you will return it rather than use it to your advantage.
He chooses us in this way, and chooses us to choose each other in the same way.
what a glorious gift.