Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. – 1 Corinthians 13:7
The greatest thing happened yesterday, more special than anyone will understand. I saw myself surrounded by love and I am hesitant to say; but, I am thinking it may be the unlocking of so much more, the freedom to change my perspective, to alter my imaginary ideas of what I was incapable of remembering.
That’s me there. The bobbed bangs and even back then I was unable to open my eyes for the shot. That’s me surrounded by love in the August of ’63 when I turned 3.
I’ve just read two separate perspectives on love after waking up with the realization that “we should just love”.
I can’t say how sleep unearthed this necessary proclamation.
It may have been the weekend with family, the coming together of us from different places and paths that had taken us all spread out from one another are bringing us back together.
In need of the other’s love.
In need of connecting again as if we were small and couldn’t help but be gathered together cousins, sisters, uncles, aunts, and dogs.
This morning I read of how disillusioned Jesus may have been perceived to be.
How he saw others as redeemable and that was all he saw. He saw them as returners to His Father’s love and He saw them without judgment of the places their hands, hearts, and feet had been before they came or returned from wandering.
I’d like to say I love this way. That I don’t pretend that my concerns over others is not judgment, that it is only my hoping for them to be better.
I’d love to know I could love, and that my love wouldn’t be questioned.
That I’d not have ideas about others that humbled me when they were conclusion jumping wrong.
That I’d love the way family loves, bound together although disjointed by life.
That I’d love without judgment, that my love would be childlike and innocent in acceptance and mature and intentional in the reality of its necessity and giving of grace.
I’d love to love like Jesus.
I believe I shall love better, knowing, after all, I have been loved, was and am.
The little girl in the pointy hat, the stretchy string pinching our necks as we all gathered around the table with our mamas, daddies, aunts, uncles, grandmothers, grandfathers and a bird dog patiently waiting for a scrap.
Children, now adults, all found our way despite stumbling, falling, faltering along the way.
One, Stephanie, not with us, missed so much more than time can attempt to measure. Others, babies then, too tiny for the table and some yet to be conceived.
When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be!
We all were loved, I’m so sorry to have ever doubted.
For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. – John 1:16
Love endured, endures still.
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. – 1 Corinthians 13:11-13
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Isn’t it great when a devotion clicks and fills up our soul? Happy birthday to little you. Thanks for sharing your overflowing cup.
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