So, you saw the title of this week’s blog post and took a break to google Huey Lewis and the News. Welcome back!
I warn you in advance, that what you are about to read is a collision of my different worlds. On this page is a blending of my faith, my work, my children, and my passion. Wise? Unwise? Feel free to be the judge. I’m settling with… it just is.
My faith is at the center of my life. I don’t know that I always realized that, but it’s pretty clear to me now and I think I am stronger and my work is better for it. As I sat in church last Sunday (aka Mother’s Day) with my two daughters, I nudged them as Pastor Mike read 1 Corinthians 13:4-7. To further make a point, I made my 10-year-old grab her Hands-On Kid’s Bible and read it out loud over Mother’s Day lunch.
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
Ironically, as a divorced mother of two, I am passionate about love. When I look back over some of the more monumental life choices I’ve made – including getting married, having kids, and getting divorced – love was at the center of all of those decisions. At one point, I probably would have scoffed at the idea of making love-based choices, but now I recognize the incredible value in that.
Domestic violence work has to be love-filled. To truly immerse yourself and make the life choice to do this work, you have to love it. You have to have a patient and kind love. A love that never gives up and never loses faith. An enduring love that rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Without that, it is just a job that you are completing for a few hours of your week and the outcomes become substantially diminished.
At the heart of this work, this life-choice work, are the brave individuals that we serve every day, the children that are living in bleak and terrifying times, and the families that they are all so desperate to preserve. They have been beaten down, lied to, betrayed – all in the name of love. Love is so skewed, that to unravel the lies and truths about love is a daunting task. Love is not jealous or rude. It does not demand its own way. It does not rejoice about injustice.
I love my faith. I love my work. I love that the two are and will forever be intertwined. I love that I get to share all of it with my children who I also love. And I love that I can spread the power of love through all of those worlds.
EMBRACE TRUE LOVE AND UNLEASH ITS POWER!
Ifeoma U. Aduba