A friend published a short book titled, For Love, revealing stories from her life that express love and lessons learned. All the stories are enjoyable and resonate with some portion from our own up-bringing. One particular story moved me, called “For Love.” In it Trena Bolden Fields tells of when she hurt her ankle while receiving what we used to call a “buck” ride. At the doctor, she had to receive treatment by alcohol being poured on her wound. Her mom told her to grab her hand and squeeze when it hurts. At the end of the story, Trena said that she “squeezed her hand so hard that [she] could see [her mom] wincing in pain” (14).
It made me think about real friendship. Those who share the pain of life with us are those who make lasting impressions. God sent his son who suffered as we do. He took on the life of a servant. He took the nails at the cross. He suffered so that our own suffering would be cut short. As he rose again, so will we who belong to him also rise.
When we go through life loving others it will cost us a little pain in order to take away some of theirs. Trena’s story of her mother taking some of the pain with her daughter is exemplary. Jesus said that his friends are those who hear and then do the word of God (Luk 8:21). It takes sacrifice and pain. But he said that there is no greater love than this, than to lay your life aside for another (Joh 15:13). Once our first love is properly set on our Lord, it is then that we can see rightly how to love outwardly.
I thank Trena for her stories. It’s a short piece that is worthy of a read.
Blessings!
