a stellar smashing

Usually, I hate books about love.

I don’t feel as if anyone is truly knowledgeable enough in the trappings of love to speak for any two people involved in a relationship. And when I read these books, I tend to take everything as fact, rather than merely the author’s opinion. I become jumbled up with different reasonings and conclusions than I had before reading the book, and I start stumbling into all sorts of uncertainties about my current relationship needs.

Right now, I’m in love.

In love, in love, I mean.

To where I can’t stop thinking about him. I still grin and blush when people ask me about him. I look forward to calling him at nights, and feel thankful for the chance to end my day with his voice in my ear. Since we’re separated for the summer, I keep a mental running countdown until I’ll see him again. Each day, I encounter things I have to tell him, things I want to experience with him.

It’s a whole kind of love. I fall harder everyday.

(Stop gagging, I’m moving on…)

With all this good, amazing love drenching my heart, I was afraid to read Sex God. Afraid I’d discover that something was going terribly, horribly wrong in my relationship that would make me want to break it off.

This was, of course, ridiculous.

And I knew this.

So I borrowed it from a friend, and I started to read.

I wasn’t wrong–since starting the book yesterday evening, I’ve discovered so many things about the relationship I share with Shaun. But they’re wonderful things. Spiritual things. Things that have only encouraged me to keep reading, to keep loving. In fact, it only affirmed my beliefs that this love we’re building truly is a beautiful, blessed gift.

And, as Rob Bell points out, that’s what many people fail to notice about their relationships: that they are to be treasured. That they are a rare and precious example of the love God showed to us when He sent His Son to die for us. And when entering a marriage or a relationship, we should understand that the person we’re with is worth dying for, that someone has already died for them.

It’s beautiful, strange, perfect.

It’s love.