Baby sometimes love is war.

There is a song that I heard last month that totally ministered to my soul.

(If you don't feel like watching it, here are the lyrics:)

Love is War 

by American Young

Young lovers in a picture frame
Ever notice how there ain’t no rain
Nobody hangs hard times on the wall

You won’t see it
In an 8x10
But there’s a storm 
Every now and then
A slamming door down the hall

Sometimes love is a white flag
Sometimes love is standing tall
Sometimes love is a feather
Sometimes a cannonball
But it’s worth, worth fighting for
Baby, sometimes love is war

An old couple on a front porch swing
On a walk down memory lane
Been through the fire and back again
Through the clear and the cloudy skies
Still love in each other’s eyes

Sometimes love is war
But sometimes you win
Sometimes love is a white flag
Sometimes love is standing tall
Sometimes love is a feather
Sometimes a cannonball
But it’s worth, worth fighting for
Baby, sometimes love is war

Sometimes love is all that can save us
Sometimes love can kill a man
Sometimes love is a soft touch
Or a pistol in your hand

Sometimes love is a white flag
Sometimes love is standing tall
Sometimes love is a feather
Sometimes a cannonball
But it’s worth, worth fighting for
Baby, sometimes love is…
Baby, sometimes love is war.

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It spoke to me because in marriage, in parenthood, in family relationships and with friends, love really is like a war sometimes. 

Sometimes we fight to hold things together, 

and sometimes we fight to get some space. 

Sometimes we fight to be heard, 

and sometimes we kill each other with our silence. 

Sometimes we go to battle to show who's boss, 

and sometimes we give in because we are tired and it's not worth it.

Sometimes we attack with arms a'swingin' and words being spewed, 

and sometimes we retreat and and take cover when we realize there's no chance at winning this one. 

Sometimes we march in without fear, confident in our strong armor,

and sometimes we walk away with hearts that are battered and bruised.

And usually when it's over there is peace. And we come out a little stronger.

Which makes it all worth it. 

Sometimes it takes days to recover: for your heart to mend and your emotions to cool.

But sometimes it takes years. Whichever it is, choose forgiveness as soon as possible. The healing comes after. I actually met a friend this week that has a special gift of forgiveness. People question why she is able to forgive so quickly. I wish I could be quick to forgive!

For me, songs help me to process, they put my emotions in to words I maybe didn't have. This song did that for me. Just wanted to share. 

Kids are running amok, I gotta go to battle now...

Hope you all are fighting the good fight on this lovely Wednesday.

Love, peace, war, and all that good stuff,

Joan Sierra of arc