Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 1 Corinthians 13:4
While I have known this verse for what seems like forever, I have not understood or really believed these words.
Instead I thought that different types of love existed and firmly believed that not all love is good.
Lately, I have been disclosing more of my abuse to my T and today following my therapy session, I found myself reminded of that Bible verse and what it can mean for me. More specifically what it can mean for the deep shame that I carry.
I see now how the misuse of the word “love” was used to abuse me further. To tear a child down, to humiliate and degrade her in the most abhorrent ways cannot suddenly be made OK by covering her hurt with words of love.
True love would not carry out these actions. True love would not cause such pain. True love would not blame and shame.
Putting a label of love on top of wicked actions, does not make those actions good, nor does it suddenly make them forgivable. Love cannot dress evil. Love and evil cannot exist together in that way.
I had no choice. It wasn’t done for love, on either my or his part. I had no choice, right?
That was not love. Love cannot be the reason or the cause. It cannot explain what was done.
Something to explore further I think?