I Saw Love

I saw love the other day.

While waiting for my order at Sonic, my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the car next to me. In it sat an elderly couple, and the woman in the passenger seat had a violent tremor to both of her hands. It was so drastic, she couldn't still them, and in order for her to eat her food and drink her coke, her husband had to feed her.

I tried not to stare as this couple worked together to achieve something we all take for granted, but I felt I was witnessing something sacred and special. I knew I was, for lack of a better description, seeing love.

My mind began to churn out thoughts, while my heart poured out emotions. Anger...at neurological diseases that rob of us the simple things. Humility...at a display of love so pure and unselfish I'll never forget it. Outrage...that this precious lady, whose hands have probably prepared thousands of meals, and bandaged hundreds of "boo boos," now betray her so. And sadness...that she has no choice but to allow her husband to serve her in this way; and I know if it were me in her shoes, that would kill me.

This much I know. I was moved; changed by what I saw. We may hear the word love thrown around everyday, in some form or fashion. But it's not everyday you get to see it fleshed out--living and breathing--the way I did.

I am thankful that a love, that is clearly as much a matter of choice, as it is anything else, exists. I thank God that He let me observe such a tender scene; to let me be a fly on the wall where I had no right to actually be. And I thank Him, that through a husband's devotion to his ailing bride, I got to see a glimpse of God's character, the author of Love himself.

I saw love the other day...