A couple of nights ago, I was probing into the concept of unrequited love. As it turns out, it's quoted about all over Pinterest, written about on many various blogs (including the NY times and my favorite, The Bolde), and Shakespeare's works seemed to revolve around it.
From all of my research and inquiring, conversations with the broken hearted, and on the basis of my own experiences, the concensus seems to be this: unrequited love is a miserable, awful, barely tolerable thing.
To long for another, burning with the desire to place them at the center of your orbit- but they want nothing more than another galaxy in entirety.
For a person to constantly and naggingly exist in your mind, all whilst knowing that you aren't on theirs at all.
To have envisioned a future with another, only to realize that it is a dream that won't come true.
To know that your heart will rest in this state until someone else comes along and fills it anew.
In the midst of this, I had a realization that made me glad to have experienced such. As humans, we gripe and publicly portray our dissatisfaction and pain as we grapple with unreturned love. But it occured to me- isn't this what God experiences every day? Is our God's heart being broken by our free will?
We have this glorious creator, who wants nothing more than for us to live in communion with Him. To shower us with His love and favor. To lift us up when we are weary and burdened. To hold us when we are flailing. To embrace us and tell us how proud of us He is. To walk with us through the valleys and stand with us on the mountaintops. He is good and perfect. He loves us. And all He asks is that we accept, receive, and embrace that love.
But how many of us turn away? How many of us reject His offer for communion and turn the other way? We choose to walk through the valleys on our own, rather than with Him holding our hand.
If we were made in His image, and unrequited love breaks us so, I can only imagine that it's fair to say it breaks His heart too. Hm. #justathought