I was taught that love is a choice not a feeling.
Years ago, I was in the same fellowship as a godly older woman named Cheryle. She loved the Word, her husband, and her boys. Her smile erupted from a heart filled with the joy of the Lord.
Cheryle’s husband was suffering from scleroderma, but her heart was still full of joy.
She had several boys going through the typical rocky transformations from teenagers into men, and she still exhibited joy.
Sunday mornings, while our children were in Sunday school, the adults enjoyed visiting. Cheryl usually had a few younger sisters gathered around while she shared what she was studying in the Word.
When I learned one of her sons was engaged to a young woman I wasn’t sure was a Christian, I privately asked Cheryl about this. I was a little forward, but I craved knowing how she was handling this situation. Watching as a young mom with six kids not yet on the brink of these decision-making stages, I knew someday I could be in her shoes.
She paused very deliberately, showed no offense to my question, but gave a wise and prayerful answer. Her pause, as she summoned the Lord for all the grace and mercy of Heaven, gave me an answer that has burned into my heart and soul for decades.
Because, I had been taught –