Oscar Wilde once said “The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.”
In contrast, the lack of causes a loneliness almost too painful to endure. We all desire to be loved at the depth by which we ourselves love others, accepted without conditions, without strings attached, right where we are…as we are.
I don’t know why some of us love without limits, giving and doing things for those we care about with such devotion and self-sacrifice that we almost destroy ourselves in the process. Perhaps we are striving…trying to trade things we can offer in return for love that we will never truly receive (unless we are blessed to meet the right person).
I know not everyone feels loved by their parents (or maybe only one of them), but I am convinced that God gave us a mother to come the closest to understanding what unconditional love feels like. Mine didn’t ever hug me or tell me she loved me, but even though I only had her for a very short time in my life, I knew she did. I miss her most of all. Knowing you are loved provides you with the strength to endure whatever you face.
I love my children more than life itself…literally don’t have the knowledge, strength, or resources to truly show them how much. Regardless of how I fail, I hope they never doubt that love, and even moreso, that God loves them exponentially more than I do.♡