“True love does not only encompass the things that make you feel good, it also holds you to a standard of accountability.” – Monica Johnson
Earlier in the morning my family arrived at the hospital with a wheelbarrow full of Lifesaver candy and bottles of champagng for the staff who worked so tirelessly and faithfully for so many months. Mom pushed my wheelchair down the hall, onto the elevator and out the door.
We pulled out of the parking lot, made the five minute drive home, turned onto our street and were overwhelmed by the cars, fire trucks, balloons and friends lining it.Sitting under an awning, a line formed of family, friends, classmates, neighbors, first responders and community members welcoming us home. Music played and people cried; the miracle happened.Eventually, though, our friends went home, the cars pulled away, the front door shut and we were left to decide how we’d move forward as a family.That night Mom made my favorite meal: au gratin potatoes (I was a strange kid!). We sat around the kitchen table in our reconstructed house as a family for the first time since the night before the fire.
The food smelled and looked delicious, but because of wrappings, splints and the inability to hold a fork, I could not partake. My sister, Amy, thoughtfully grabbed my fork, speared a few potatoes and elevated them toward my mouth. Mom said to her, “Put that fork down, Amy. If John is hungry he’ll feed himself.”
That night I cried at the table. I got mad at my mom. I told her I could not do it, that it wasn’t fair and I’d been through enough. The night shifted from celebration and laughter to upheaval and contention.
And yet, eventually, I wedged the fork between my two hands, awkwardly stabbed at the potatoes, brought them to my mouth, chewed on them and stared angrily at my mom.
My friends, true love not only encompasses things that make you feel good, but also holds you to a standard of accountability. [Tweet this.]
It’s impossible as a child to fully grasp the pain suffered by those that act out of love you for your benefit. How much easier it would have been just to feed me the potatoes, to put a movie into the VHS and get back to life.
Love never takes the easy way out. [Tweet this.]
And the invitation we have today is to be on fire with love. Yes, it’s hard and sometimes unpopular, but it wakes us up to the absolute gift of being fully accountable to a cause greater than self. It frees us from excuses, blame or being stuck in yesterday. And ignites us to own our words, actions and possibility of our lives.
So pick up your fork. Enjoy those potatoes. The best is yet to come.
Can you think of a time in your life when someone challenged you to do something that seemed hard, felt unfair, but ultimately lead to amazing growth for you? Share in the comments on my blog.
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