Twenty-five years ago I was blessed to find an enduring love that is gritty with commitment. When family relationships were stretched, her love became elastic to bend and maneuver; fluid when absolutely necessary. When material wealth and possessions seemed fleeting, she anchored her love in things that would not move. When life’s mountains seemed to crumble, she rebuilt her foundations on sand that did not shift. When the journey’s path was smooth and lined with roses, she humbly gave thanks to a God whose wind always remained gently at her back.
Twenty-five years ago I was blessed to find an enduring tapestry of love. Woven into her very fabric are filaments of faithfulness, patterns of passion and perseverance, strands of strength. Her love is threaded through her every touch, each word; it is entwined in every trial, each moment of hope.
This love of another kind that we have been talking about is a love that doesn’t give up. It is a love that finds a way over, or around, or under, or through the walls that life thrusts upon us.
It is a love that endures all things, believes all things, hopes all things. It is a love that doesn’t go away because of inconvenience. It doesn’t go looking for better opportunities. It cannot fathom a time when it is over; it fights like Rocky to survive. In my life, it is a rock that has “Beth” etched upon it.
Maybe we needed more examples. Maybe we need to be one.
— Tom May is the Minister of Discipleship at Eastside Christian Church in Jeffersonville. He is an adjunct instructor in the Communications Department at Indiana University Southeast.