some say love is an action, some say love is a choice.
but when it all boils down to it, just like a well - you're running on empty if you're not first filled from a source.
in my study bible concordance there are
3.5 pages full of referenecs to the word "Lord",3 for "God",
2 for "faith", 0.5 for "grace", 0.25 for "hope"
... 3 pages for "love"
i guess it may be kind of silly for me to even note that but i think it in some senses really does emphasize the magnitude of the term.
the concept of it, the words that define it, the actions that show it, the consequences of it, our Lord God who is.. Love.
...and now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. but the greatest of these is love. 1 cor 13:13 - it only makes sense...
for too long now i've been trying to do it myself. too long now have i been blinded by my own pride, locked in behind the walls built up by my ever-hardening heart. i guess learning it once wasn't enough for me, but i now realize how i've been blatently telling God to His face that I was better than Him.
i wish i could be more eloquent with my words, but the gist of it is...
i don't want to make or feel like loving others is an obligation. i don't want to message people, email people, meet up with people, encounter random people on the streets and care simply because it's what im used to doing or because it's what i do.. or should do, or am expected or encouraged to do. but God may your Spirit fill and overflow. Anything short of that is unfair, to You and to those i come into contact with.
Father I want to experience the times again where i knowingly allowed you to work so clearly in my life; where you were the forefront of my conscience, where you were the one i went to first, where all i wanted do was let you in and be an overflow of the abounding love and grace that you have for me as your child.
because from there... all i can do, all i want to do, is share that love with others.
i can't run on empty anymore.
i don't want to break your heart anymore.
.. still working on this concept of grace.
