“When did you fall out of love? Out of love?” The song lyrics drifted through my car’s radio and the sore spot in my heart twinged in recognition. I’ve been nursing a sore spot in my heart that I couldn’t quite name for a few weeks now. As the weeks of not writing accumulated, the heartache persisted, neither deepening nor easing. Just there.
Although I couldn’t name it I saw it affecting my life. Friendships strained. Little resentments creeping in to projects I am passionate about. Little jealousies tainting my joy. Places where it used to be easy to see the face of God were now empty. There was an apathy I couldn’t shake and a mounting list of prayers I needed it let go of:
Like ‘Why God?’
and ‘But how God?’
and ‘As-if! God.’
and ‘Why me, God?’
and ‘It’s too hard, God!’
and ‘If only I believed that, God.”
The 100,000 questions I asked over and over in prayer, not really wanting to hear the answer, or to stick around long enough to understand more deeply the wisdom of God’s ways. Just wanting the comfort of knowing God is still there and I can whine anytime without lessening God’s love for me. Wanting the consolation without really being vulnerable or receptive to the answers. Wanting the sweetness while refusing to pick up my cross.
The hard stuff – I was so over it. Forty days in the desert with Jesus to just check out sounded pretty good right now. Fast from Facebook and avoid those difficult friendships. Take more time for prayer and avoid those projects not going how I wanted. Take time to discern (ie. keep pray-whining) instead of facing the answers to that list of questions.
Then a simple question in a song of the radio, “When did you fall out of love?”
Fall out of love. That’s exactly what I had done.
Sometimes it seems too much to love deeply and generously all the people in my life who God calls me to love. Too exhausting. Too frustrating. Too painstaking. Too much rejection. Too much vulnerability. I hadn’t stopped loving them, but I was being stingy with my love. Stingy with God’s love, which I am bound to give freely and generously. It will never run out. I’d already mentally checked out to my own desert place. And here was God inviting me back to relationship with Him.
To all the hard stuff and to the unanswered questions. To the difficult relationships that need breaking open to be set right again. Instead of resting or ‘checking out’ from what’s been bugging me, God is inviting me to face all those things.
God is inviting me to fall back in love.
To love when it is hard to love. To love those friends who drive me bonkers! To love the work of God, even when I think it’s being messed up by human hands (FYI: It can’t be; God’s bigger than our mistakes.) To choose to actively LOVE MORE, bless more, pray more, when jealousy tempts me to love less. To rest in the Arms of Love when the time is right.
We will face the hard things together, Christ by my side, my stronghold and strength. I will get to rest in this desert place, near by the side of The One whom my soul loves. But I don’t get to just walk away.