I was recently presented with the following question:
"Do you have people around you who could never do anything to make you love them less?"
I've been pondering this for some time now, and after an unpleasant phone call this evening, a very deep-seeded truth sunk into the recesses of my stubborn heart.
You see, I have this insanely, infuriating little sister who knows how to push all of my buttons. In an attempt to play her ridiculous game, I made a wrong move, and ended up looking like an ass. I lied trying to cover up my blunder, only causing more damage. My mistake hurt her, and I am truly sorry.
Now back to the question.
This little sister of mine is manipulative and inconsistent. Do I love her less? No. She is insensitive and highly irresponsible. Do I love her less? No. She constantly violates my boundaries. Do I love her less? No.
This same little sister can make me laugh so much it hurts. Does this make me love her more? No. She challenges my black and white thinking, helping me grow up in my faith. Does this make me love her more? No. She shares her life with me, the good and the bad. Does this make me love her more? No.
I love her because she is MINE. Period.
I hope someday she will love me just because I'm her Asain sister . . .