A friend of mine was recently talking about his strained relationship with his mother. He laughed because some of the things she said were so ridiculous. Absolutely and utterly horrible, but completely ridiculous. And I was glad he could laugh. Truly. Because sometimes the laughter is the only thing that keeps us from tears.
There are too many broken families in this world. Too many children who don’t know what it is to have both a mother and a father. Too many kids who don’t know what it is to love and be loved in return.
In a world like this, sometimes I find it hard to hold onto hope. I find it hard to believe that happy endings could ever come from the ashes of these relationships. Sometimes I set the fairytales aside and allow my heart to become a little cynical. To stop believing that hope makes its own magic and that we can walk through trials and pain and be better off for it when we finally reach the other side.
The word that echoes in my mind is “Undone.” When I think of love and heartache, a quote from Jennifer Donnelly’s Revolution pounds in my brain:
“I am not afraid of beatings or blood anymore. I’m not afraid of guards or guillotines.
“There is only one thing I fear now—love.
“For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.”
And when I read that quote, I can’t help but think that maybe it is best to be undone. Maybe it’s best to love and receive nothing in response than to allow our hearts to be clouded by hatred, or worse yet, that cold sense of unfeeling.
Maybe it’s best to learn the same lesson that Jennifer Donnelly’s character learns. When confronted with how her actions have led to nothing but her own demise—when reminded that the world has not changed for the better on account of her sacrifice—she responds:
“The world goes on stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can’t you see. I do not.”
Though my world goes on, stupid and brutal as before, I do not. I choose love. I choose to be undone.
Because I’ve always had a penchant for fairytales. I’ve always been fascinated by words like “hope” and “love” and “wonder.” I still choose to believe in beauty from ashes. I think my friend does, too.
And while it breaks my heart to think of how his mother’s words must hurt him, the person I feel most sorry for is his mom. Because she doesn’t know what she’s missing. She can’t know. Or she never would have told him goodbye. She’s the one who is suffering. She’s the one who goes on stupid and brutal. But my friend… he does not. Can’t you see? He does not.
And I hope, when it comes down to it, you would choose to be undone. You would choose not to be stupid and brutal as the world would have you.
I hope you’ll find that love is always worth it.
And that hope will ring true.
Because we all need something to believe in.
And we all need to be believed in.
And on this day that I come undone…
I choose to believe in you.
Because she doesn’t know what she’s missing. She can’t know. She’s the one who is suffering. amen, people don’t easily pay attention to who is really suffering in cases like these. Thank you, I am reminded of this again.
This post reminded me to pay atetotinn. So often I lose sight of Jesus because I’m distracted by every day life. There are miracles all around me but I will never see them if I’m continually looking down. There are things He wants to teach me, but how can I hear if I’m never still AND quiet enough to listen?A very important point that Amy mentions is God will give me wisdom but in bite-sized pieces, as I’m ready to receive it. He will never give me more than I can bare. He is truly amazing!