The phrase "why do you love me" has bothered me for years, though until recently I could never pinpoint why. I felt like Admiral Ackbar about the whole situation. There is never a good answer. We seem to need to understand what we have done to deserve the other person's love; as if a set of actions, state of being, mentality, and/or set of interests will make you understand what makes you worthy of their love. No answer will ever suffice into placating our need to feel like we've deserved it, however. This will plague how we approach our relationships and feel the need to have that love displayed in order to be comforted into knowing that we're still deserving. The truth is something far harder to grasp. Nothing we will be or do will ever be 'deserving' of love. To deserve means that we place a finite value, a set line in the sand as to what will make us lovable, and furthermore, puts a finite value on that love. Love is valueless. Priceless. It cannot be measured to a relative equivalency. Love is a gift. It is something we choose to give freely to another, not because they deserve it, but simply because it is by grace we choose to give it to that person. This is the truth of the miracle of love and why it constantly baffles our attempts to understand it. So instead of asking why, say thank you for the gift that is the mystery of love.

When I get sad, I stop being sad, and be AWESOME instead. True story.

I live for God and my son.