Love Slows

The loneliness from separation from true fellowship pervades so many normal lives. The illusion of connection through placid, pretty picture sharing confuses the deep down soul at my center.

Not that I haven’t made connections that were meaningful—or even friendships that are lasting online…

But we are made to be knit together in love. In fellowship. In person. And it takes time. A lot of it.

How hard this is for the addict. We want instant everything. The internet caters to this and we expect zero discomfort. It’s what we chase in the bottle for so long before coming to the end of our rope.

And then the clock starts. Recovery starts. And it’s slow.

Time is a curious thing. For years I wondered if I would ever meet my wife. In the waiting, I often despaired of not attaining what I thought was the goal — a wife; a life partner. But I was actually following the path laid before—learning how to be a friend, to love, to care. To prepare for loving and caring for her.

Now, many years married and four children later, I can’t imagine the time before her. But I see it was necessary to grow and to learn that love is a choice.

Being knit together is choosing to be fastened and stretched and forced to be one even in the times when it hurts and is inconvenient.

Because it is how we were made.

We strengthen each other and are stronger together than separate.

And his love and our love are the threads that bind us.

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