Loving someone is like digging a well. Day by day and moment by moment, I move the earth in my heart and soul, allowing a little more of me to be exposed every time. The more earth I move, the deeper love goes. Like all wells, the purpose in digging it is to eventually draw water, one of the basic needs for my very survival. Love is no different. I dig into my soul with the hope of eventually drawing love that will hopefully fill a basic need in my life.
Sadly, sometimes there is no water to be found, no matter how deep I dig. For whatever reason the expectation is not met and I am left severely wanting. Sometimes, I have continued to dig in hopes that eventually, I’ll find something that will satisfy my need. Unfortunately, no water is ever found and there remains a deep and painful cavern in my soul.
In my experience with digging love wells, there are a few ways to deal with these holes in my soul.
The first and easiest way is to cover it up. Put some boards or aluminum siding, maybe even some brush to disguise the gaping hole. These methods include lying to myself about how I really feel and lying to those around me about how things are great. Some folks try drugs and alcohol or other self damaging behaviors. I’ve taken up new hobbies and other things to cover up the hole. Those things work momentarily and have led to new friends and opportunities but the hole remains deep and dangerous.
The worst thing I’ve ever done in trying to cover up one well, is to start digging another. The saying about needing something like you need another hole in your head has all kinds of new meaning to me.
The problem with wells that are merely covered up is that I can easily fall into them if I'm not always careful. Falls like that are liable to kill me or at least maim me for life. Falls into love are no different. The fact remains that no mater how I fall into the hole, either by accident or head first on purpose, there will be just as much water there at the bottom of that well as there was when I tried to cover it up the first time – none.
No, empty love wells in my soul that are merely covered up are never a good idea.
The second way to deal with holes in my soul is to fill them in with all the dirt I excavated in the first place. It’s a painstaking process that takes a long time and so much effort. Grain by gritty grain, I have to take every moment the I ever had with that person and and relive it and then say, “no more.” Slowly but surely, I fill in that well like it was never there and my soul is hidden, once again, safe and protected. I can walk over that well like it had never been there. Heck, I can even dance and sing right over it as if I had never made the effort to love.
But the fact remains that I did try and I did love and no matter what, souls should be different once they have loved deeply, no matter the outcome. Once I fill in a well in my soul, the chances of me digging again become smaller. In fact, once I’ve spent the time and energy to dig and fill time after time, there will come a moment when my soul will be so hard because of all the packed dirt, I am likely to never be able to dig again and definitely not as deep.
No, empty love wells in my soul that are filled in are not a good idea either.
Some perplexing question arise in my mind and heart right about now, especially since it’s late at night and my eyes are puffy because I can’t figure out what to do with these empty wells in my soul. How do I go on with a bunch of useless holes in my soul? What about all I gave? Shouldn’t I at least try to fill them in and cover them up so everyone won’t be able to see how damaged my heart is? I could go on and on with those questions, and believe me, I have.
But to what avail?
Self pity and loathing are no more the vehicles to peace in this case then they have been at any other time.
So what then?
My only answer is this: empty love wells in my soul should never be empty in the first place.
“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.” (1 Jn. 4:18)
Even if at the bottom of the deepest love well I ever dug, I find that (for whatever reason) the love I had hoped for from the other person doesn’t exist or is different in any other way than I expected, if I loved without fear, that well should still be filled with love: the perfect love that God has for me and that other person.
In loving others the way that God loves us, without bounds or pride, I make room in my soul to feel His love for me. And in the end, if my soul is full of deep love wells full of perfect love from God, how can I ever be thirsty again?
The Flicted Friend
About Me
- T Shaw
- Chaos controlled is the best way to describe me :) I like to wear socks and shoes that fit well - In the early spring, I like to drive with my windows down and the music up - Popcorn is a must when watching movies - Summer naps in the shade are irresistible - I have brutally murdered a refrigerator - I enjoy participating in the occasional endurance sport - Finish lines are addictive - I will not be judged for playing in the rain - Friday nights were made for high school football games - I like to lick the bowl and the spoon - Green grass calls for bare feet - Don't think I can, just dare me - Life's too short not to take risks and too long to dwell on consequences - I'm not too much of a mystery, I'm too busy living my life to be other than what I am.