What this is not: a post with a pic of the flowers that my husband bought for me. Not that that is bad, however, this is different. When I think of Valentines Day, I question: What is love to me?
I guess where I am in my life, it's not about the huge bunch of flowers and ballons. Its the little things. Sharing in each others struggles, good and bad. Building something together. My friend wrote on her facebook "love each other DEEPLY. For love covers a multitude of sins."
1 Peter 4:8. I think the world(us) have completely screwed up what it means to love each other. It is so conditional it seems. We love how we "feel" when we are in love. But love is not a feeling. It's an action verb. People are so quick to leave when their feelings change. But love is sticking around, putting in 100% when we don't "feel" like it. Not that we will always act sweet all the time-but don't stay that way!!!
I have a Father who loves me. And if I was the only one..he would have gone on that Cross for me. That is love. He redeemed me from the dark side and bought me back. So that I could have life. And a GOOD life, at that. THAT is love. People mess up. They let us down. They fall short of our expectations. Learn to give people a break. You never know what they are fighting inside. Let your home and heart be a place that people want to be a part of. I want people to say that I was a person who loved. Everyone.
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