How you ever thought about how much love you have?
February 11th of last year, I was given some news that will probably haunt me forever. I had insisted that Mike’s doctor give me his opinion on the progression of Mike’s disease because we had decisions to make. But never had I expected what he was about to tell me. He told me that Mike, my husband of almost 38 years, would be leaving me to go to his heavenly home in a month or less. You talk about shock. Yes we were in shock. Do you know how hard it is to tell your children that their father who has always loved them unconditionally will not be with them much longer? And do you know how hard it is as a mother to watch your children hurt because their daddy will not be there to see their children grow up. The next few days were a blur.
We came home from the hospital on Hospice and for the next couple of weeks our house was a revolving door to all of our acquaintances, friends and family. Visitors poured in. From 8 o’clock every morning until 10 o’clock every night, people came. They came to visit as well as bring us food, paper goods, etc. We were so blessed. We never wanted for anything. And Mike loved every minute of it. He wanted to see everyone. He wanted to spend time with everyone that he loved. He wanted everyone to know that he loved them. (He was always a people person and I often accused him of wanting to be the center of attention.) People questioned our decision to have so many visitors but it was what Mike wanted. He did not want us to be sad. He only had a little time left and he wanted us to be happy, so we were.
Although I may have not made the same decision if I had been the one dying, I never questioned Mike as to why he felt the way he did. I just honored his request. And I don’t guess I have really even wondered about it since then but once again, God pointed out the obvious to me.
Yesterday I was reading an article in the February issue of Journey (yes I read them ahead of time and I usually read the whole thing in one setting instead of daily) entitled “Commanded to Love.” The article demonstrated how a lady who because she knew she was dying wanted to love and pray for more people than ever before. And then it occurred to me. That is exactly what Mike was doing. He knew he did not have much time left so he wanted to show his love to as many people as possible. His family knew he loved them but he needed everyone else to know how much he loved them, also.
And that thought led me to this question: Why are we so selfish with our love? We tend to save our love for our family and close friends. But why? Love never ends, we have an endless supply; we cannot run out of love so why do we use it so sparingly? You know if we had an endless supply of money I bet we would give it away. Can you imagine how much fun that would be to just give people money, pay people’s bills, buy people new wardrobes and the list goes on. But love doesn’t cost us anything, we just have it and it is available at all times. So let’s do as God commands, let’s love one another. And let’s do it now while we think we still have lots of time on this earth!
So how much love do we have, we have an infinite supply!