The Pillar of Love


Being Human
You Are More
Young Souls
What Are You Leaving Your Children?
Paint A Thought
God's Tapestry
Within Us
Moving The Rock
A Comfortable Silence
At The Window
The Wealthiest Man
Driving Away The Shadows
Standing Still
A Life That Matters
Eternal Instants
Slow dance
The Atheist's Holiday
Exercise Your Soul
The Art of Letting Go
My Quilt
Are You Empty Yet?
Living By Faith
The Pillar of Love
Alone I Am Nothing
The Thorn Bouquet
Have Courage
And Think Of Me
Don't be afraid to speak out
What are you building?
Time - Your Greatest Gift
Roots of Change
Don't Open Your Mouth
Never Give Up On Love
I Hope by Paul Harvey
Refining Silver
Loving God's Way
Overcoming A Broken Heart
When I Am Lonely
Serving Where God Places Us
Learning From Fear
Touching Billy
Between You and God
The Wolves Within
The Empty Chair
A Walk To School

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady
nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would
have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me
loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when
it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic
moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my
complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of
bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I
wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.

"I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a
lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only
increased. Here was a man who can't even express his predicament,
what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me, "What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality,
and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into
his eyes I slowly answered, "Here is the question. If you can answer
and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let's say, I want a
flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure
that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow..."

My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next
morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy
handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the table that said...
My dear,"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs
to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to
save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches
every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in
your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by
infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and
stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for
your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can
help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white
hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach,
as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the
colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you
more than I do...I could not pick that flower yet, and die".

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting
and as I continued on reading.

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,
please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your
favorite bread and fresh milk".

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching
tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread...
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does,
and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that
lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms,
even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could
be the most dull and boring form. Flowers, and romantic moments are
only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.
Under all this, the pillar of true love stands, and that's our life.
Love, not words win arguments.