LOVE

This morning, a friend asked, "Why does Love have to hurt?" I sensed an emergency; an urgency to respond. I didn't want her to think, or feel, or ponder the notion that Love was some bad, painful, wicked thing for another second. I don't want anyone to. Things may get rough, but never that rough. Love hurting? Naaaaah. That's a lie--one of those pit-of-Hell-variety lies. It's the great disappointment and despondency as a result of your deep caring about, and genuine investment in a thing, or a person that hurts. It's the wound to your unguarded heart that hurts. Love, itself, never hurts--ever. 
God is love..: )