Saturday, May 19, 2007
Keira-Anne is love.
Most of you know that I am not a religious person. I find that religion as an indoctrination is a source of great pain and hurt for many. My reasons for leaving the church were many.
However, early this morning I engaged in an incredibly deep and personally profound conversation with someone who, undoubtedly, is the epitome of the word friend. This conversation spurred me on (did you catch that?) to consider what love means to me.
I know full well that I love, but I needed to get a clearer picture of what that love looks like. My friend, though somewhat reluctantly, reminded me of the most beautiful picture of love that has ever been painted.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails…And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8, 13
I know that this is what is held solidly in my heart. It makes the perseverance that much easier to maintain. It’s worth it.
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Yes you are.