Love You, Like You

The saying “Love you, like you” has made its way into my stash of favorites. I have no idea where it originated, but am so glad it did. I think one of our children spontaneously said it as a small child and it stuck. In our home, we tend to not always like each other but we always love each other. That brings me a lot of peace because sometimes family life is anything but peace-filled!

I have a dear friend with an autistic son who attends a special school. At the school the students and parents were asked to vote on t-shirt slogans to promote positivity and be a fundraiser. My friend voted the one with the slogan “I Love You & I Like You” and even ordered me one! I love it immeasurably. She doesn’t know the example she serves in my life. I wear that shirt with pride.

My mother in law once said that being liked is even more complimentary than being loved (paraphrased). I get what she means. We love our families and we like our friends. In this, we are basically saying “love” is commitment- not emotion led- but “like” is fun and endearing. Like anyone else I’d like to be liked too. Feelings aside, if you love someone, you might only like them sometimes. If considering just liking someone, then you either do or you don’t.

It’s the oddest thing to be disliked (and know it) but not know why. It used to bug me wondering why someone was frequently cold to me, but now, not so much. I realize I also like some people more and others not as much. Why? Who knows? It is just chemistry, or lack there of, or any thousand other reasons, I suppose.

God calls me to be like Jesus to love others as myself. I am relieved it’s okay to dislike. It is also relief to know I can still love others through my actions while disregarding my gut feelings. I guess what I’m trying to say is that liking or being liked is just pleasant- like icing on a cake. But when you’re loved AND liked, it’s the whole dessert.

The Golden Girls

I never thought my favorite way to spend a Wednesday afternoon would be in the midst of “seasoned women of a certain age.” Fortunately, fate lead me into the most amazing group of them. I had prayed about my friendships feeling disconnect and wondered why things changed so much. By forming a loosely connected group with them (which began through church), we have become a close-knit support system of one another. These girls range from 81 to 94 and can tell a story!  I have learned so much from listening to them and seeking their wisdom. We have a devotion, just talk our “girl talk,” and laugh!  After that, we normally go to the Pub onsite and maybe or maybe not have a glass of wine. It has been extraordinary how much joy I get from being with them. In fact, I get way more out of our time together than they do. We’ve had prayers answered, dealt with death of loved ones, health problems and political issues. Occasionally, I get the privilege to hear about a prior romance (or a colorful joke). It seems the more time we spend together, the more easily the stories flow. My husband says that this group is what “rings my chimes.”  I tend to agree.