Love Never Fails
Disclaimer: This is not an attempt to boast.
I am amazed, truly amazed by this thing called love. I cannot translate this amazement into words.
Pointless. Unappreciated. Discouraged. Undeserving. Unworthy. Changed. Betrayed. Insecured. Tired. All of these came to me before. But, I'm still here. Still going all the way out. Still giving my best.
I wonder why. I really have no idea why.
This doesn't make sense. I can summon all that's considered logical within me to try and justify what I've been doing, and nahh... It's still illogical but this doesn't stop me.
And at times when I felt like giving up, when I said "okay God, so this is what I'm intending to do, what do You think? Yes? No?"... Almost immediately, be it through His word, through people, through FB, through anything whatever, it felt like He said no, hang in there. It just happened, again.
I am fine with that I suppose?
Giving up is not always easier than persisting. Giving up on an ambition, on something or someone that you love is like a form of self-induced pain, a stab in your heart. It cuts through you. Worst of all, it may involve changing the person you are, denying what you really think and how you really feel.
Whatever it is, I am still puzzled. Puzzled at how large the capacity of love is. Or rather, how love can actually enlarge certain of our capacities. Is love really that powerful?
Here is what love is like-genuine love. God’s kind of love. It’s patient. It can wait. It helps others, even if they never find out who did it. Love doesn’t look for greener pastures or dream of how things could be better if I just got rid of all my current commitments. Love doesn’t boast. It doesn’t try to build itself up to be something it isn’t. Love doesn’t act in a loose, immoral way. It doesn’t seek to take, but it willingly gives. Love doesn’t lose its cool. It doesn’t turn on and off. Love doesn’t think about how bad the other person is, and certainly doesn’t think of how it could get back at someone. Love is grieved deeply (as God is) over the evil in this world, but it rejoices over truth.
Love comes and sits with you when you’re feeling down and finds out what is wrong. It empathizes with you and believes in you. Love knows you’ll come through just as God planned, and love sticks right beside you all the way. Love doesn’t give up, or quit, or diminish or go home. Love keeps on keeping on, even when everything goes wrong...
--- A Paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13, by John Mark Ministries
I am amazed, truly amazed by this thing called love. I cannot translate this amazement into words.
Pointless. Unappreciated. Discouraged. Undeserving. Unworthy. Changed. Betrayed. Insecured. Tired. All of these came to me before. But, I'm still here. Still going all the way out. Still giving my best.
I wonder why. I really have no idea why.
This doesn't make sense. I can summon all that's considered logical within me to try and justify what I've been doing, and nahh... It's still illogical but this doesn't stop me.
And at times when I felt like giving up, when I said "okay God, so this is what I'm intending to do, what do You think? Yes? No?"... Almost immediately, be it through His word, through people, through FB, through anything whatever, it felt like He said no, hang in there. It just happened, again.
I am fine with that I suppose?
Giving up is not always easier than persisting. Giving up on an ambition, on something or someone that you love is like a form of self-induced pain, a stab in your heart. It cuts through you. Worst of all, it may involve changing the person you are, denying what you really think and how you really feel.
Whatever it is, I am still puzzled. Puzzled at how large the capacity of love is. Or rather, how love can actually enlarge certain of our capacities. Is love really that powerful?
Here is what love is like-genuine love. God’s kind of love. It’s patient. It can wait. It helps others, even if they never find out who did it. Love doesn’t look for greener pastures or dream of how things could be better if I just got rid of all my current commitments. Love doesn’t boast. It doesn’t try to build itself up to be something it isn’t. Love doesn’t act in a loose, immoral way. It doesn’t seek to take, but it willingly gives. Love doesn’t lose its cool. It doesn’t turn on and off. Love doesn’t think about how bad the other person is, and certainly doesn’t think of how it could get back at someone. Love is grieved deeply (as God is) over the evil in this world, but it rejoices over truth.
Love comes and sits with you when you’re feeling down and finds out what is wrong. It empathizes with you and believes in you. Love knows you’ll come through just as God planned, and love sticks right beside you all the way. Love doesn’t give up, or quit, or diminish or go home. Love keeps on keeping on, even when everything goes wrong...
--- A Paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13, by John Mark Ministries