Years ago, another blog was devoted to trying to sort out the incoherence which is modern romance--what is love, and what is it to love and be loved, romantically?
That seemed the end-all, be-all goal on one front, in life: to find someone to share the experience with, proactively as a parter. The thought of having a husband has always been overwhelming, despite finally reaching a point when I can maintain eye contact while speaking of being a wife. Hopefully, Lord willing, someday.
But though that relationship is intended, when God-honoring, to mirror in a way the pristine devotion to the Lord--in all purity and holiness--there is a definite limit to the extent which that reflects what it is to love and walk in fellowship with the Lord. The extent of the union is moreso what's reflected--a wholesale unity of heart and mind being pursued, with devotion and all charity toward the beloved. Again, in God-honoring relationships.
Which is where things go awry in trying to find an understanding of love in the world--it's all broken, selfish, short-sighted, objectifying, and many times defiling. So, in essence, the so-called love touted by the world is not love at all.
