What Is Done in Love Is Done Well

I love the Vincent van Gogh quote, “What is done in love is done well.”

I think about how much those words apply to the work I do, but also to the work that, at some point, all of us will be called to do—showing up for the people we love when they need us most.

Life comes at us fast. A diagnosis arrives. Someone we love is grieving. A parent begins to need more help. A friend is going through something difficult. Suddenly, we find ourselves in situations we've never navigated before, trying to figure out what to say, what to do, and how best to help.

We won't always get it right. We may say the wrong thing, wish we had handled something differently, or question whether we did enough. But if we show up with love and do the best we can with what we know in that moment, isn't that about all we can ask of ourselves?

And I don't think this idea only applies to life's hardest moments.

It applies to the ordinary ones, too. The meal we make for someone at the end of a long day. The phone call to a friend we haven't talked to in a while. The time we spend helping a parent with something that used to be easy for them. The patience we try to find for our spouse when we're tired ourselves. The small ways we care for one another every day.

None of it will be perfect.

Maybe that's what I love about this quote. Van Gogh doesn't say that what is done in love is done perfectly. He says it is done well.

There is something freeing about that distinction.

So often, especially when the stakes feel high, we put enormous pressure on ourselves to know the right thing to do. We replay conversations. We wonder whether we should have done more. We question decisions we made with the information we had at the time.

But there isn't always a right answer. Sometimes there is simply a person we love in front of us and an opportunity to show up for them.

Perhaps intention deserves more credit than we give it.

That doesn't mean love makes every decision right or that good intentions excuse the times we hurt someone. We still need to listen, learn, apologize, and do things differently when necessary. But I also think we can offer ourselves a little grace when we are navigating something difficult with genuine care and doing the best we know how to do.

Because we are going to get things wrong. We will wish we'd said something differently, stayed a little longer, been more patient, or known then what we know now. That's part of being human.

Maybe we don't always need to ask ourselves whether we did it perfectly. Maybe we can ask whether we did it with love.

And if the answer is yes, perhaps we can find a little peace in that.

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