Can't quench love

When Trish and I first married, we bought a house across the street from Mr. and Mrs. Langley. The Langley's were well into their eighties and had been married for sixty-plus years. Finer neighbors couldn't have been found anywhere (I bet they wish they could have said the same about Trish and me).

When Mr. Langley was ninety-four and Mrs. Langley was eighty-nine, she passed away. They had been married sixty-nine years. I will NEVER forget what Mr. Langley told me as I squatted beside him at the funeral home for Mrs. Langley's viewing...

Today's word comes from the Song of Solomon 8:7, NIV, which reads, "Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one's house for love, it would be utterly scorned."

Love is such a powerful thing. It is impossible to explain; I can't express to you what I feel for Trish, what I feel about Trish. To try and explain love is like trying to explain breathing, both are necessary for life but explaining how they work is practically impossible. Yeah, I know we know how the lungs inflate and deflate, and how oxygen moves through the bloodstream, and how that transfer of oxygen is vital for life but can you explain how our body "just knows' when to inhale and exhale and how much to take in and how much to release and how to get it from point A to point B? GOD designed all of that and it is impossible to explain it completely. So, too, is love.

So, what did Mr. Langley, the ninety-four year old widow that had just lost his wife of sixty-nine years, say? He looked me in the eye and said, "Mike, I thought we would get the chance to grow old together." You can't quench love.

Be Blessed,
Mickey T