Love is ___


Some say love is butterflies. Love is sparks. Love is falling, falling off a cliff into oceans of happiness or meaning or something indescribable. Love is finding the one you can't live without.

But I saw Love, and it's a lot bigger than that.
Love is giving up.
Love is letting go.
Sometimes love is allowing someone to let you go.
Love is time.
Sometimes love is money.
Love is almost always inconvenient.
Love can be letting someone in when you don't want to.
Love can be persistently knocking when they won't let you in.
Love is space what you don't want it
and no space when you do want it.
Love is almost always hard.
Love hurts.
Love sacrifices.
Love does things it despises while knowing that, probably, no one will ever know you did it (or hated doing it) except God.
Love bears burdens.
Love weeps with those who weep and rejoices with those who rejoice.
Love is 1 Corinthians 13.

Love hung from a tree by nails through His palms and suffocated through multiple eternities of hell's fury and looked me in the eye and said
"This is for you."

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Pati Nanni said…
and love save us!
blessed week
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November 18, 2010 at 3:37 PM
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