I don't have a tremendous amount of time today, but I wanted to share a few reflections drawn from an excellent cinematic experience over the weekend.
At the recommendation of my dreamy and incurably romantic sister, I took 3 of my girlfriends to see Disney's "Enchanted" yesterday afternoon, and it broke my heart. It broke my heart because the picture of reality- or fantasy, rather- that it painted was so beautiful and so far removed from the experience that most women will have in love and in life.
There is something deep within the feminine heart that longs for romance and responds to the sweetness of persistent pursuit. Unfortunately, (and this is an ancient misfortune we chose in our refusal to trust and wait patiently) the chances of a woman being genuinely pursued by a man with honourable and courageous intentions are slim. This is not an attack on masculinity, nor is it an excuse for women to engage in self-pity and ice-cream binges. It's an honest admission of what's wrong with the human heart, a reflection on the disconnect between our deepest desires and our daily shortcomings.
Why don't we love the way they do in fairy tales? Where do we fall short? What keeps princes from rushing to the rescue of princesses who love fully and fearlessly? Men hesitate and, in their passivity, forfeit the chance to be knights in shining armour, while women, in their longing for the greatest good, take matters into their own hands, grasping for what can only be freely given. Our aggression + their passivity = unhappily ever after. It's a cycle of disappointment, and it began in the garden and it will continue until the end of this world, because fundamentally, we choose to act from our wills rather than from His.
The brokenness we experience in romantic relationships is an ache that only real love can assuage; Love Himself. The deepest desire for true love, the unshakable longing for great romance, these are the cries that echo through the ages, dispatching every human heart on a lifelong quest for the one relationship that will make them whole. And make no mistake, there is that one perfect relationship for each of us, but until and unless we discover its true source, "our hearts, oh Lord, are restless, until they rest in Thee."
It's so amazing to stop and think that every love song, every great romance the world has known, has its origin in the Author of romance, true love Himself. He's there behind the scenes, scripting every last detail with impeccable accuracy. He knows you love those kind of flowers: He designed them Himself, with you in mind. He knows you have a thing for brown eyes: He wrote that detail on Your heart. It's mind-blowing and beautiful to stop and think that He has our every happiness, all our longings and dreams, perfectly planned. He waits only for our consent. Because after all, God is nothing if not a gentleman, and He won't force Himself into our hearts. That's romantic.
So is this: