Love is not finite.
I imagine you’ve heard me say those words about a million times by now. I’ve prayed you would be knit together with that truth. I’ve determined, here and now, before you’re ever born to say those words to you often and with the strongest conviction. Because there was a time in my life when I did not know them to be true.
I’m sure you know the story. I am confident you know all about the woman who changed everything when she looked at me with wide eyes and said those four little words that cracked open my chest and caused everything to finally come spilling out.
Because I had been holding it all in. I was convinced that I had just one good love story in me and I had to save it all up for then. I thought I had to save up all my best words and fight for that day.
You’re going to have a lot of good love stories.
If life allows, I truly and sincerely hope that you only ever have one person that you marry and spend a big chunk of your life with. But before that story, before you find the story that tops all other stories, you’re going to have a lot of other really good stories. I say that carefully, but also knowing that you’re wise. I know you’re not just picking up crazies off the street. Still, they probably won’t ever go the way you planned, and if you’re anything like me, you will have some wild tales to tell.
Love is not a finite thing. Something about this freed me from the years I spent in silence so terrified that I was going to get “the” story wrong. That I was going to waste my best words and my best try on someone who didn’t deserve it.
Believe me when I tell you that I have wasted a lot of good words, good days, good tries on plenty of people who did not deserve it. Granted, I did not know this at the time, but there’s something about leaving it all on the floor and “going big” that reveals the heart of the person standing across from you in a way that I will never be able to fully express. Only experience can give you this gold.
When you give someone your heart, the way they handle it tells you everything you didn’t know but would have needed to know if it was ever going to fully be theirs. I’ve learned this the hard and best way, by being the person who speaks her mind and heart without hesitation. Because love is not a finite thing, and thankfully, we get more than one love story.
There was the manipulator, the serial dater, the sweet barista, the Chinese buffet guy, the I-am-not-called-to-ministry guy, the peanut guy, the narcissist, the sweater guy, the guy with the dog, and probably others I’m forgetting. Please know I did not do incredibly crazy things for all of these people. But some of them, and I regret none of them. Because when I finally showed up to say the things I needed to say, I ended up with a good story of what it means to let someone hold the truth of what my heart needed to say. And I walked away with one truth that never left me: love is not a finite thing. I’ve got more than one love story. That’s not to say that we fall in love with all these people the same way, but we love them, care for them, go big for them in some beautiful kind of way.
I want you to go big.
I want you to love people exactly as you do. Love them hard, selflessly, wildly. Be both rowdy and embarrassingly bold when the moment calls for it. I want you to say the things you need to say. If you need to chase someone through an airport, I’ll drive you there. If you need to jump on that plane, I’m not paying for it, but I’ll cheer you on from the drop-off lane.
The point is, I want you to learn how to give your heart away. Because you can get it back. You will get it back. Love is not a finite thing.
I wish I’d learned this sooner because I spent so long thinking that handing people my heart was some kind of weakness that would someday leave me empty. I held it back from some really good people. I never want that for you. Because the truth is, even if you hand it to people who crush it, you’re a smart girl and you will know and learn how to walk away. You will take it to the One who heals and makes broken things mended and right again.
Love is not a finite thing. Love is not a lost and never to be found again thing. It’s not a once it’s broken, it can never be fixed again thing. It’s a “go big”, get broken, get down on your knees, get up again kind of thing.
My words, my fight, my days are better now than they were before. The best I have to give hasn’t even shown up yet. I’ve got more love inside these bones than I did when that woman and that truth showed up and shook me and broke me. Love is not a finite thing and the more I’ve given it, the more I’ve found it knocking on my door.
There’s no doubt you know a lot of my stories, that you hear me in the kitchen often telling one of my crazy tales. I hope you someday come to me with some of your own. That you learn what it is to stand with shaky knees and say things people think only a character on screen would say. That you show up on a doorstep with a folded letter and don’t run away. I hope you take all the chances you want or need. That you know you won’t run out of love, even when you get it wrong, even when they’re not who you thought they’d turn out to be.
Love is not a finite thing, you’ve got a lot of love stories you’re meant to live, a lot of good things you should say. How it all ends up, that part isn’t up to you, you’re only responsible for how you carry the love you have today.
5 thoughts on “To: My Future Daughter // A Letter on Love Stories.”
This speaks to my mushy heart as I try to fight back the tears, sitting in my hostel in Beirut. I feel like I’m in the midst of fighting this love battle here with a squad of people that I love fiercely. We have picked new sqls and made new teams; we announced them next week. And somehow, in the midst of excitement and the grandness of all “up next” things, I feel less secure in my love. I fight wanting to sit and cry rather than stand and love more, even in the midst of the reality that this love will soon look different and not be as tangible as it is right now.
I struggle with giving people my whole heart—I mean all of it. I’ve experienced the hurt of people walking away. And dang it, it’s hard to not walk into new relationships with past hurts and patterns in place for protection. I’m reminded of Psalm 61–in the passion translation it’s labeled Prayer for Protection—that someone wrote our for my last month. It hits home.
I value your perspective and how you tenderly, yet with conviction, remind us to not stay in this place. That God is worth all of that I have, that I am worth all that I have, that these people around me are worth all that I have.
Thanks, my friend.
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You are gold, my friend. This one was a hard one for me to post, but this comment makes me so so happy that I did. I am so proud of you and so thankful to know you. You are growing so much in love and there’s so much more coming. You’re going to keep handing it out by the handfuls because He will never let you run out. Can’t wait to hug you when you come home and we are in the same place again.
Omg! Thank you! I kinda wish I was your daughter! Hahahahha This is precious and it hit home here. Thank you so much for writing it I needed to read this today.
Ahh I love you, friend. Miss you dearly.
This is so nice…it makes me feel warm and happy 😇❤️❤️