That's What Love Is

I woke at 5 a.m.

This is becoming more frequent as I go to bed at a regular time and am sleeping fairly well. It is not a bad thing. I am alert. I get up to write “morning pages” – a mind dump to clear the cobwebs of random thoughts – nothing to be read again, just a purging of whatever comes to mind. I write a minimum of three pages, longhand, not on the computer.

Today it was six.

I’m a wrestler. A rationalist. A “please-help-me-understand” debater. Yet understanding is overrated. Here, on earth, we can only ever know “in part”. We “see through a glass darkly”.

I start thinking someone else is wrong and I list all the reasons on pages one, two, three and then begin to see my arguments break down one at a time on page four and my personal self-protective barriers fall and crash to the ground around my blushing feet on page five and then I end on page six realizing the only thing that matters is love and boy, do I ever need a refresher course on what that looks like so I go to the seminal list in 1 Corinthians 13:

Love is not:

proud

self seeking

easily angered

Love doesn’t:

boast

envy

dishonor others

keep a record of wrongs

delight in evil

fail

Love is:

patient

kind

Love does:

rejoice with the truth

protects

trusts

hopes
perseveres

Yeah. That.

Now I take that list and replace the word “love” with my name. Ooomphhhh.

You try it with your name. 

Pretty humbling.

No time to point fingers when I start listing all the ways I get to love...





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