She Magazine FEBRUARY 2016 | Seite 58

Isabelle Cimon contributing writer The Language of Love 58 But what is love really all about besides an schedules, because for the first time in my life, I ecstatic ride on Cloud Nine or moonlight watch- recently told one of my 78 year old patients, “You ing in the back of a pick-up truck? Okay, I must are beautiful and I love you.” confess again. I never rode in a pick-up truck. Love is multidimensional. Just like its Creator, Unbelievable for all of you Southerners but God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. God’s love for true…so true. I am so French-Canadian! There His children can be portrayed as the holy grail, is that warm and fuzzy feeling of romantic love. the quintessential and most sought-after object The power of love, just like Huey Lewis and the of love and elation. That love should be nested News used to sing in the good old 80’s. Like dark in our hearts with gratitude and humility. Created chocolate and a good champagne. Its featherlight in His own image, let’s fall in love again with the bubbles can light up fireworks worthy of the best child we once were and the woman we are now as 4th of July celebration along the Grand Strand. God’s unique masterpiece, sculpted and modeled LOVE, AMOR, AMOUR… Sounds much better in another language, right? Culture and That’s the kind of love you feel when you share a not out of clay or marble, but out of our strengths, accents transform a life’s perspective, making life and love especially, more mysteri- long, very long kiss on the “Pont Neuf” in Paris. flaws, passions and defeats (Romans 5:3-5). Just ous, different and intriguing. Just like Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa smile. And I am definitely There is also that mystifying kind of love. The different compared to you, fellow Southerners. No grits or biscuits for breakfast. Just one that violently dawns on you as the most sourdough toasts and a vanilla and cardamom espresso. like Michelangelo’s Pietà in Saint Peter’s Basilica at the Vatican. Purely breathtaking. enduring, elementary and enigmatic instinct of Fully invigorated with this irreplaceable godly The Southern accent is indeed a foreign language to me. But, I had the privilege to all. Love for your children. That’s the kind of love love leading us to personal discovery, authentic never have to learn it. I learned English, though, but Southern? Never. Its music and you feel when your outer world is suddenly fall- self appreciation and full acceptance of ourselves, rhythm just flowed in my mind and soul like a hot and humid summer breeze and I just ing apart but surprisingly, you experience peace we can better prepare to thrive, despite struggles, indulged in it. Isn’t there anything more surprising but yet so welcoming than being and gratitude because the essence of your life through this beautiful but such unpredictable called “Love” or “Hun” by a Southerner, just for the beauty of it? is safely tucked in bed that night. There is that journey that is marriage. Our husbands are now Love is like the ultimate experience of the American toll-free highway. I recall my generous, compassionate and affable kind of more of lovers, companions, friends and leaders father driving our family every year all the way from Eastern Canada to the be autiful love. Love for your friends, your community. and less of “line and wrinkle fillers” for plumping state of South Carolina for our summer vacations. A 20 hour-drive through eight U.S. Love for my patients. I have always been a loyal and lifting our soul, as God is providing for our states along I-95: New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, Washington D.C., Virginia and loving friend for my pals, but being a loving need of value, identity and uniqueness through and the Carolinas. Wasn’t scenery much prettier and exciting when it was a freeway? doctor is a new journey for me. Very early in our His unconditional love and mercy. So let His Spir- No stops, no waiting lines, no dimes to look for, just the thrill and freedom of being on medical school curriculum, compassion and it guide us along the way, along the path that was a four-lane road and flying as fast as we could (or as N.Y. patrol officers would allow) to empathy are promoted as praised character traced for us from our mother’s womb to our walk our beloved state. Freedom, excitement and a few skipped heartbeats. Isn’t that what traits. But what about love? Through my ten years down the aisle and beyond…to a better marriage. love is supposed to be all about? Yes, for sure, that’s part of the one-way trip option of in college, I have never heard of that simple word. I guess it’s time for me to get back on Inter- love. But in the all-inclusive package deal of life and love, round-trip tickets are usually Doctors can’t love their patients, they care for state 95 South, heading wherever the Holy Spirit mandatory. I can honestly assure you that the return trip to Canada after spending a them. But I guess love can transcend the cold- is guiding me on the freeway of love and wishing whole month down South in July was nothing close to exaltation. Bliss stepped aside. ness of operating rooms, the craziness of emer- my faith will eventually lead me to the stairway to Sorrow was in the driver’s seat. gency departments and the hastiness of doctors’ Heaven. May love be with you all. Always. FEBRUARY 2016 SHEMAGAZINE.COM