The Power of Love

In the past month or so, I've done quite a few things that I'm not proud of. It's been rough dealing with temptations of different kinds, sometimes giving in, and asking forgiveness from God and from others. Last night was one of the worst, but also one of the best. I'd done something that made me feel just plain awful. I was with John and we'd been talking a bit about it.
We were standing together and he wrapped his arms around me. He reached for his phone while holding me (which at first made me think "Um...okay..??") but then I heard one of my favorite old songs: 'The Way You Look Tonight' by Frank Sinatra playing from his iPhone. I had been crying already (hello, emotions.) but for some reason that made me cry harder. Maybe it was because I'd kind of been holding everything in and the combination of being in his arms, thinking about everything, and hearing that reminder of how blessed I am to have him in my life at the same time sent me over the edge. But he looked at me and said "Shh. Don't you cry." and wiped a tear off my cheek. We sat down and I cried for a little while longer while he held me and just whispered things to me occasionally. I know it sounds cheesy. I know some of you are probably rolling your eyes and saying "I don't care. Why is she posting this?"
Well, I'm posting it because of what happened next. Somehow, he can make me laugh when I'm feeling my worst. I was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, so I looked like I should have been on a horse. He commented on that and said someday we'd go riding and he'd take a picture of me looking like that. His baby brother has this little rocking horse they store right by the crucifix in their living room. John took me over there to pray, but first he pulled out the little horse. Me, being emotionally drained and just exhausted from a week of school, thought he wanted me to sit on it so he could take a picture. As it turns out, he just wanted to pray over me by the Cross... I laughed so hard. Anyway, he prayed with me. We stood in front of the Crucifix and he had his arms around me. His words were comforting and the thought of God just taking both of us and using us for His Will was something I really needed at that moment.
Even though it was a pretty bad night, it had a wonderful ending, because I was presented to my God by the man I love. The power of His Love, and the sweet, encouraging words and gestures of John gave me this feeling that no matter how bad things may seem, I always have my Lord to run to, and my incredible boyfriend to lead me back to him. That is the power of love.