Love stuff

love-stuffI was in the fourth grade when I first noticed Karen Bell. Well, I suppose that’s when I first noticed that girls existed in general. And I wanted her to notice me, too.

I had no clue how I was going to catch her eye. Then it hit me. I’d write, “Will you go steady with me?” on a piece of paper. I’d chuck it over to her seat, she’d read it, and voila.

I scribbled the note, wadded it up, and let it fly. It went sailing right past her ear. She immediately whirled around, glared at me, shot her arm in the air, and yelled, “Mrs. Griffith, Keith just threw a spit-wad at me!”

That’s when I got the impression that the love stuff was going to be tricky.

When I was thirteen, I began a search for spiritual answers about life, including falling in love and communicating with the opposite sex. One of the books I studied on this search was Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy. What I learned was rooted in the concept of “reflection,” like the reflection you see in a mirror. A mirror reflects exactly what’s in front of it. From my reading, I got the concept that God is Love and I am Love’s reflection. When I accepted that I reflect Love, I began to feel Love — and I could express it better (at least better than a scribble on a piece of paper!).

More recently, I’ve started to see how this kind of love-showing has impacted my marriage with my wife, Joanne (surprisingly, I didn’t marry Karen!). Seeing myself as a reflection of Love has helped me understand that instead of being fearful or needy or controlling, I can be peaceful, satisfied, and loving. With increasing spiritual poise and confidence, my communications with Joanne have been flavored with joy, understanding, and tenderness.

An example: I noticed that responding promptly to my wife’s requests has made our life together much better. There was a time when I used to grumble if she asked me to do something—“Why now? Doesn’t she know how important what I’m doing is?” But when I try harder to be Love’s reflection, I can see that listening to Joanne and helping her when she needs it, is Love’s way of shining through me. And Love’s way keeps the family peace. Love’s way helps me be a better listener. Love’s way keeps tenderness in the home.

Of course, even this change didn’t happen with the snap of a finger, and I still have more to learn. But, being willing to shift, to be more of Love’s reflection, has been the foundation of the communicating that has made our marriage stronger.

by Keith Wommack

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