Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
I am always intrigued by the way words in the English language can mean totally different things, or at least have several different connotations.
No one wants to be abandoned. Abandonment raises many counseling issues, and tends to color a person’s whole life in shades of black and grey. The abandoned person feels worthless, isolated, guilty. If a child is abandoned by a parent, lifelong struggles with the results of that can twist his life. When an adult child abandons an elderly parent, the hopelessness is painful to see.
We think of abandoned pets, abandoned houses that deteriorate and are finally condemned. Abandoned train stations and rail yards proliferate across our landscape, and are often the settings for interesting photography. Abandoned mines cause sinkholes; they are dangerous in other ways as well. An abandoned graveyard is surely one of the most eerie places in the world!
But–to love with abandonment is to love without restraint. It is to love joyfully and gladly, with generosity of spirit.
We love to see children play in abandonment of all reality. They laugh, they run, they turn cartwheels and somersaults and return to their homes dirty, sweaty, and elated.
God created His world with great abandonment. Look at the next sunrise or sunset. Look at the Grand Canyon. Look at whales, and then look at a microscope slide of a tiny cell. Gaze at the highest mountains, soak in the ocean’s vastness. Look up and be amazed at the stars and the Northern Lights. Look down and consider the worlds beneath our feet.
Surely we love our grandchildren with abandonment. We take such joy in them, just in looking at their precious little faces when they don’t know we are watching.
To be abandoned is tragic. To live and love with abandonment is great joy.