Love is a River

No one told me the right way, the right way to go about this
So I’ll figure it out for myself
’Cause how much is too much to give you?
Well, I may never know, so I’ll just give until there’s nothing else
Yeah, I’ll give, give, give
Until there’s nothing else
Give my all
Until it all runs out
Give, give
And I’ll have no regrets
I’ll give until there’s nothing left
I’ll give
— "Give Until There's Nothing Left" - Relient K
 Photo by  Bruno Perrin  on  Unsplash

Photo by Bruno Perrin on Unsplash

Love is a river. 

Dam it all, yes, DAM it, I've done it before. Tried to hoard love, exploit love, withhold love, keep love as a still pool that I can own, I can claim, I can put limits on, I can contain. I have drawn lines, I have set boundaries, I have thought in terms of scarcity, when...  

Love is a river.

Love is unending. Love is unyielding. Love will go to any height, length, or depth. Wherever I go, wherever you go, love is there. Who draws limits around love? I do. I have. Love is generative. Love is expansive. Love is relentless. Love is courageous. Love creates heaven all around, permeates the atmosphere as much as we let it, and holds space for transformation and aliveness. Fear-based self-protection retracts, withdraws, contracts, unleashes it's claws. It bites, it hurts, it sinks in its jaws. Love is boundless. Love is disarming. Love is attractive, so much more than charming. If I could have one way of being, it would be loving. 

Love is a river. 

If I let the river be what it is, if I surrender and submit to its flow, it's current, I can ride the course of love to no end. I can give until there's nothing left; yet there will always be more to give because there will always be more love. God, who is love, makes her river to flow for all. The invitation is here for all of us. At any moment, at any time, I and we can choose to love, because

Love is a river. 

There is enough love for me to receive and for me to give. If I let the river flow, I too shall live. Waters from a river can be used for bathing, for washing, for cooking, for drinking. Our basic human subsistence can be met from a river. And yet, I (and we) try to make the river work for me instead of receiving it as a joyful gift. When love doesn't fit my box, my expectations, my assumptions and stories, I can cling to all those boxes... or I can surrender it all to love. 

Love is a river. 

Love is dynamic and fluid. Love is present to the moment and adaptable to what is needed. Love can be torrential. Love can be gentle. Love can be quiet. Love can roar. Love is not "tame, but [love] is good*." To be out of love is to be out of alignment. To be tied up in knots, internal confinement. To be in love is to be more than "a self," both a personal identity and a collective is nurtured without leaving "me" on the shelf. I can love myself enough to take me lightly, to step lightly, to light up the room. I can love enough to see others deeply, to take them seriously, to see empathically. I can love enough to let go of the weight I've been carrying and have compassion for the weight that others carry. Love enough to embrace wholeheartedly the "other" I see before me. Love enough to lighten my boat and to float in love and through love and to love and with love and for love and as love. 

Love is a river.

It all comes back to love. If there is meaning, a reason for being, it is love. If there is a chance and a choice, a reason to live and to use my voice, it is love. If there is a rhythm or rhyme or a best use of time, it is love. Listen to the heartbeat. Listen to the current. Be moved by the water. Don't resist, just jump in. "Don't you worry, we'll all float on..."

Love is a river.

May you and I feel the love rising out of the ground, the love that stirs in the air, the love that hovers over every heart, the love within and behind each pair of eyes, the love that moves us and binds us and holds all things together, and may we be in and of that love today. Be and live in LOVE today.

Love is a river.

Who knows where love will carry you today? 


*Inspired by C.S. Lewis' quote in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe: " 'Safe?' said Mr. Beaver; 'don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safeBut he's good. He's the King, I tell you...' " Maybe the more personal image of God as lion and impersonal image of God/Love as river go hand in hand.