love is patient.
love is kind.
it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
it does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
it keeps no record of being wronged.
love does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever truth wins out.
it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.
love never fails.
Why is it that we look for love that does not fall under these prerequisites?
The more and more that I learn that I am loved and that I am exactly who I am supposed to be the less and less I want anything less than these things. In 1st Corinthians 13 it gives us this make-shift check list of what love is and isn’t. It doesn’t take much to agree with, after all who wants love that is envious, self-serving, or rude?
Love has to much importance to fake it any longer.
It’s serious business this love thing. I know what I want and I know what I need. I know who I am and who I’m not. When I say I love you, I mean it. There is value in love and I intend to give that away.
