For those of you who know me, I am a usually tough nut to crack.
Don’t get me wrong; I love to be kind, I love to make people feel good, I love to bring a smile to someone’s day. Recently, a friend at dance hugged me and said, “You know, I love how you’re always so positive and you always brightening my day with all your smiles and kindness. You’re amazing.” That was basically the sweetest compliment I ever received, and my heart kinda broke a little with happiness.
The tough part comes in because, like many people, I don’t like to be hurt.
In October, I began working at a local nursing home as an activities volunteer, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t love a resident. I made this promise because I am a person who has quite a bit of love in my heart, and I know that the residents are often burdened with health issues that could take them at any time, and frankly, it wasn’t worth the risk.
Then, one day, my boss told me that, because she had nothing else for me to do because I got my work done early, she would suggest I meet a resident whom she thought I’d like very much. Her name was Frances.
Frances is this loud, talkative woman in her eighties. She has these tiny, sparkling eyes and this low, raspy voice that sparks like a fire every time she talks. She makes these spitfire remarks that never cease to make me laugh, and this penchant for showing me pictures of her granddaughter, whom she hopes will be as outspoken as her.
I was intimidated by her at first; she was so snappy, so energetic and so sure of herself that I wasn’t sure if she’d like me. Then, on the first day I met her, when I realized it was time for me to leave, she pulled my hands to her lips, kissed them twice, and whispered “Love you, love you, love you.” She does this every time I visit, which I make sure is often.
My heart like it had been microwaved. The feeling was mutual.
I told a friend of my mother’s about the promise. She laughed and said that it was ridiculous. When I asked why, she smiled slightly. “Well, Sarah,” she said thoughtfully. “You’re going to love people all your life, and loving them is going to hurt a lot sometimes, but you can’t not love someone for that reason! Love is such a beautiful thing, and you can’t miss out on it because you’re afraid of losing it. We could all go at any time! Love is a good thing.”
I have told friends that have had their hearts broken a similar speech. I have related to them all the perks of having love in your heart for another individual. Only now do I realize that loving someone is one of the greatest parts of being human. Your heart has this miraculous ability to break, fix and break again, and I don’t want to be such a callused person that I don’t experience the gift that is giving my heart away.
So I’m breaking my promise. My heart will continue to be given away, and restored with God’s perfect love.
And it’s definitely worth it.