love is blind

Love is blind. We've all heard that, right?

After a couple days in a car driving across half the country with my sister, I'm more convinced than ever that love is, indeed, blind.

And I don't mean my love for her. Does anyone want to know her faults? I've got a list. Did I mention that we drove from New Jersey to Minnesota in two days? Make that a very long list. Ask me about my faults. Well, this is embarrassing, really, but you see, I haven't got any. I haven't gotten on my nerves once. I've been perfectly reasonable, rational, and sensible.

The blind love I'm talking about is my love for myself. My self-love effectively blinds me to all my faults and sins. She is upset? It couldn't have had anything to do with my selfishness, snippiness, smart comments, impatience, etc. I get upset--it can't have anything to do with my super-sensitivity, self-defensiveness, and pride--it must be her.

Blind love is probably never very healthy, no matter who the subject of love is. Blind self-love is just plain disgusting.

Real love is others-focused--not blind, but rather patient, kind, enduring. It is based on the Gospel. The one who is forgiven much loves much. Lord, help me to love!