what is love


What is love? I’ve been pondering this question a lot lately. Sometimes I say it without considering its meaning or implications; it becomes mundane and ordinary. But in a world of hurting people, love is glue that mends even shattered souls, and yet, love, as it’s so widely portrayed has become less and less about service or making more of others than ourselves. It has become a currency with us using people’s desire to be loved as a way to get our wants met. We’re all guilty of reducing it to something it’s not.

If God is love, then we can draw from His character to determine what love truly is. Because God loves, he does not watch people living in their errors, nor does he endorse them; he instead draws us out, always at a cost to himself. He disciplines, he shields, he provides, and no matter how far we fall, he picks us up and never forsakes us. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills but is willing to give it up for our sake. 1st Corinthians, talks of love, and in all it says, you see Godlike-ness.

Love is long suffering, is kind, has no envy, does not boast, is not proud, does not dishonour others, doesn’t seek its own way, is slow to anger, doesn’t keep a record of wrongs, nor does it delight in evil, but rejoices in truth, bears, believes hopes and endures ALL things.

That is love! Not the temporary commitment that walks out when irreconcilable differences arise, or the kind that walks out on family when it comes to terms with its sexual orientation, or the love that raises children to be “mini-me”s. Loves meets the needs of others and is not selfish and self-centred. I realise that I have not reached my full potential for love; I am selfish, self-centred and proud, and forgiveness is not my strongest trait. In our humanity we are flawed, but there is always hope for us, and even as we have failed in our expression of love, God gives us grace to do better, but also makes provisions for where we fail, picks us up and always walks things out with us.


In this life, we must walk alone … There are things that we must work out on our own, griefs that others cannot grasp, blames that can never be handed to anyone. Things are what they are, love cures some things but not all things! Dawn rises and darkness falls, a cycle we must all accept. One day light will win, I hold on to that, but in my inability to overcome my ghosts, in the midst of my sin and humanity, I fear a day when there will seem nothing worth fighting for, or that at the end of it all, I wouldn’t have been one who was loosed … There are plenty of struggles no one can bear for another, they must be  carried, towards death.

What makes a person pen out goodbye letters when they are well? It’s that they have already died to this life. They have lost all hope and their hearts have been so muddied by life that they can’t see any other way. Sometimes it’s not out of revenge or anger, but out of a genuine fatigue of the soul. They say our souls don’t age, but mine has aged and fails me, but who has time for pity parties and death notes when life waits for no one? We must all carry some burden, some that no one else would understand and in their attempts at understanding and comfort, they muddy us more; so there are burdens that I understand I must carry, alone towards death


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