Saturday, May 5, 2012

Perhaps Love . . .

My mother told the story of my toddler days and nap times. I’d never awaken crying but lie or sit contentedly singing until she came to get me. One song, popular to her generation in the 40s, poured out of my young lungs. “I don’t know why I love you like I do. . . I don’t know why, I just do.”

Through my mother’s influence, all kinds of music were an important part of my growing up years. When my brothers and I reached our teen’s, she flowed with interest into the music we loved and other music over the ensuring years. 

In my late 20s, I learned to play the guitar. What a great instrument to use in my classroom. I passed on to my students many notes from my songbook. Among these were some songs by John Denver, a favorite of mine from the era of folk singers.

He knew his way with many a song that mirrored the human condition and the need to honor the creation that we were given by God to tend. How far we have roamed from the original Garden, yet we have gardens to tend as we wend our way back Home. Our gardens include the dimensions and blooms of love. 

“Perhaps Love”  ranks high on my list of John Denver’s hits. To listen to its lyrics one gets the impression that he was confused about love. Well, aren’t we all? 

It leads me to another John, the Apostle who walked with Christ and wrote Gospel accounts of that time.  In John 17, we read a communion of words that Christ offers to his Father. In the chapter’s context it is placed prior to the day leading to Christ’s Crucifixion, the completion of his earthly mission, and his return Home. He prays from his heart on our behalf. 

I compiled a duet between the words of the two men named, John, and within lie some answers about love.  


“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God. He existed in the beginning with God. God created everything through him, and nothing was created except through him. The Word gave life to everything that was created, and his life brought light to everyone” (John 1: 1-4 NLT).

Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

“Father, I want these whom you have given me to be with me where I am. Then they can see all the glory you gave me because you loved me even before the world began” (John 17: 24 NLT).
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself 
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you thru

“O righteous Father, the world doesn’t know you, but I do; and these disciples know you sent me. I have revealed you to them, and I will continue to do so. Then your love for me will be in them, and I will be in them” (verses 25-26 ).
O love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
Some say they don't know

“I have given them the glory you gave me, so they may be one as we are one. I am in them and you are in me. May they experience such perfect unity that the world will know that you sent me and that you love them as much as you love me” ( verses 22-23).
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict full of change 
Like a fire when it's cold outside
A thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

"Make them holy by your truth; teach them your word, which is truth. Just as you sent me into the world, I am sending them into the world. And I give myself as a holy sacrifice for them so they can be made holy by your truth” ( verses 17-19).
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you


And what of that toddler in her crib, singing, “I don’t know why I love you like I do. . . I don’t know why, I just do”? That song remains deep in my heart of memories and was pulled out a bit over a decade ago. I sat on the bed in a hospice room where my Mom lie in a deep sleep, a nap of a kind, one from which she would awaken and know the perfection of Love -- choruses of love --promised because of the Love the Father sent, not a “perhaps love”.  I sang to her. I sang my toddler song but I was able to add on “the whys”. During this rendition of the song, tears flowed with the words falling out of my heart. 

Perhaps love is simply that -- all the pieces in our hearts that cannot be contained but need to flow out and become known. It  is the “why of God “ poured into us, his defining of us, his gift to us to extravagantly lavish on those we meet. In following His lead, we come to understand many of the whys and the ways that love becomes real.

If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

This is my commandment: Love each other in the same way I have loved you. There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends” (John 15: 12-13 NLT).

Lynn’s guitar,
“Perhaps Love” sheet music,
rocking chair where years of love were 
poured out, sitting, sharing, and singing
Listen to the song! 
Perhaps Love


  1. What a beautiful heartfelt blog today Lynn. I know how music can touch really touch our hearts. Thank you for sharing such tender and beautiful parts of your life, and the love of our Lord Jesus Christ.
    What a gift to be able to play the guitar. I have been considering actually learning how in the near future :)
    God Bless!

    1. Margie - I agree that music is a powerful source of inspiration. God uses music as one of his main means to touch my heart and understanding. I love Zephaniah 3:17 whre we are told how much He delights in us and sings over us.

      Oh, do follow through on learning to play the guitar. It provided such a blessing in my life.

      I appreciate you!

  2. I am SO blessed by your creative connections, your ability to with God's revelation actually turn the questions into the exclamation points!!! Keep singing sister!!!
    Blessings to ALL who read your blog and to YOU as you seek Him for more messages. . .
    Love you sweet cousin!

    1. Oh, yes I love those exclamation point times!
      I love sharing them even more and do plan to keep singing.

      Love you, too sweet cuz! :)

  3. What a beautiful tribute, Lynn -- to your mom, yourself, John Denver, St. John the Baptist and our Savior! I am so moved ...

    1. Jan, I am touched to read your words and so appreciative that you shared them here with me.
      It was an inspiration when these thoughts came to me and and more inspiring as God helped me pull them together.

      Thanks, my friend! xo

  4. Simply lovely, Lynn. So glad you dove into the blogging world. We are blessed!

    Much love!

  5. Thanks, deni - "dive" is a good word as I dog paddle to keep my head above water here in this new pool!

    Vulnerable steps - God leading - me following in trust - yes, that is how it works.

    Love back -

  6. Lynn... What a beautiful way to dovetail the song and scriptural story.... I see your blog as a beautiful quilt being sown together one stitch at a time.... Love it... Jeff

  7. Jeff, thank you for stopping by.
    Thank you for loving the stitches that are coming together. Even I am wondering how the designs will weave together but I am trusting the Weaver as I type!
    Bless you!

  8. Lynn, what a lovely sentiment! I was moved with your story about your mom and your childhood. It's so perfect for mother's day. I also loved that you reflect on the Gospel of John and John Denver's lyrics, who would have thought of comparing the two.....Thank you for sharing your gift. You made my day!

    1. Violeta - you "make my day" with your comments!

      I, too, like it when God gives me some pieces to weave together that I would never have thought of on my own. It helps me know Who is in charge here!



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