If You Could Only See

On the way to work tonite I heard a song that I hadn't in a while. A fancied it quite a bit when it 1st came out & enjoyed the ride as those memories associated with this little diddy ran through my soul for old times sake. This time it played was different than the times before when I sung along with the chorus. I don't mean that the song was different, but that I am.

I'd been thinking a lot about love recently and how it's revealed or not in our lifes. There are so many different ways that love is displayed, that it took me a while to discover that what I originally thought was love was not & where I thought love lacked it actually abounded. This wasn't love's fault, but rather mine for being narrow-minded and not willing to think critically.



The song was If You Could Only See by Tonic & I'm not sure if you're familiar with it, but the chorus looks like this:

If you could only see the way she loves me
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love
And what I must do
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me

The big difference when I hear this now is that where once I thought of a love based on a human desire for another and how we interpret the relational aspects of it, I see a love based on a human desire for Love and how we interpret the relational aspects of it. I can't help but continue to wonder how we can have so many who claim to love Love & have just about as many different perspectives as to how this Love is to be displayed in 1's life. Or better yet, why some have such an issue with the way another acts in relation to this Love.

It happens on both ends of the spectrum and it seems that there remain very few that aren't critical when it comes to this Love affair. Some are critical, including me from time to time, of those in that sappy kind of reaction to Love. Some get offended by those they consider to be disrespectful of Love, because they don't act/look/talk like them.

To me, that's where the words kick in...

if you could only see the way He loves me
then maybe you would understand
why I feel this way
and what I must do
if you could only see

If we could only see the way He loves us & understand that our reaction to that love is not always the same, yet it's not any less real. I love my wife & I like to call her my old lady. That offends a lot of women that I know, but it doesn't offend the only 1 that matters to me. What is it to another what I call my wife?

The next time you get the urge to call your brother or sister cheesy or lame or rebellious or whatever, don't. Try to think about if you could only see the way that He loves them & not you. They're not the same. Thank God for that.