"See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called the children of God: and so we are." -1 John 3:1
Love is going to be one of those things that we're trying to figure out until we die, I think. It shouldn't be, but I get hung up on what love means on a regular basis. God's been guiding me through it via 1 Corinthians 13 and the book of 1 John. Yikes. Love is a command. Not something to do when it feels right or when the person receives it well. We're just supposed to do it. It's supposed to be simple.
Out of the outpouring of God's love for us we pour out to others. And God keeps refilling. The problem arises when we're not getting filled with love. Do you believe that God's love really covers you? Or do you let your insecurities get in the way of that love, preventing you from furthering the Kingdom, letting light shine on a downcast face?
Sometimes I'm afraid to talk in front of my squad, in front of my team, in front of certain wiserChristians. You know why that is? It's because I don't think my voice matters next to theirs. So when I keep silent I confirm within myself that I am not worthy to speak about God.
Perfect love casts out fear. You can also find that written in 1 John. So if the love of God is in me, then my fears of being unworthy absolutely diminish. And I have power to speak about him. And I have the precious ability to share that with others, unlimited.
And to learn how to love others. Because sometimes it looks like candlelights and pink tablecloths and other times it looks like two hands holding a shovel with sweat running down your face. And let me say that I'm not the best worker with a shovel, but God gave me two arms to use and what better way than to serve with them. There is no limit to what love can do and when you have it you must give it.
