True love waits !

Once, I was told about the pain of a father, a doctor, most renowed pediatrician. The doctor has helped many children. He has lost count of the kids heald in the good medicine he practiced. As time went by, he came to find himself able to attent any event and any children. A day came that his five years old sun, fell ill. The pediatrician father did the best he could, however, he could not find a cure for his sun. There was left for him only love, hope, sorrows and faith.

He had to leave his child in the hands of a specialist and prayed: He waited, trusted, loved.

The specialist did good and after some months of struggle the father saw improvements. His happiness was immense and he thanked the fellow , taking his son in his arms he praized God. The fruits of love as waiting had been harvested.

So many times we feel exactely like that,we are doctors, but our medicine won't heal.

Amongst all kinds of love, there is one able to teach us a lot. Love that waits.

It happens when the person who loves is powerless facing the choices of the loved ones. Of course that in the case of the little boy, he didn't choose become sick, but many times our choices lead us to unknown paths. True love waits.It is many times made of silent pain, for those who are called to respect the freedon of the loved ones.

Let me explain: How many are the situations where, as much as the results are foreseen , we can do nothing?

How many times if it depended on us,everything would be done to prevent that a loved one got hurt or lost along the way?

But we know by the power of love itself, that, sometimes, there is nothing we can do.We can only hope and wait in silence. Understanding waiting is a sign of maturity.

Here we have the dinamism of true love. Love that waits all the time, endures all the things. A love that will never come to an end; the kind of love that compel us, in faith, to light a candle to illuminate the unawear shadow that don't alow us to see the light of God in times of obscurity.

Maturing love is also accepting the powerless of those who loves facing the decisions of the loved ones ; love that grows and flourishes accepting our supposed weakness, because that's how we feel : Weak. For the good of the another we bow before the freedom of those who had made the choices: Bad or good ones.

Actually, this atitude shows our strenth, because we are able to wait in the window of life in confidence.