May 20, 2015 01:11
I am broken. and I am jaded. Despite my best efforts, I am forced to admit this in the early morning hours after the day is done and my thoughts cannot be drowned out any longer. I hurt. My heart hurts. My soul hurts. And I am so broken. This world, it wears on me and I long for the day when My Savior comes and I am healed.
When I was a child I never really understood people who could yearn to leave this Earth. I always admired them that longed and prayed and waited for Jesus to return but I never shared their sentiment. The longer I live the more I understand and the more I find myself weary of this world and it's brokenness. It's a battle every single day and to choose love, His definition of it, is hard. And some days it takes every thing I have to do it and I still fail. Love is hard and it goes against everything this culture stands for. And it is everything God is about.
"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. "
Am I patient? kind? not proud, rude, or self-seeking? Am I easily angered? Do I envy or boast? Do I keep a record of wrongs? Do I rejoice with the truth? delight in evil? Do I ALWAYS protect, trust, hope, and persevere?
That would be a resounding no. I am none of those things, yet I am called, every single day, to be these things to every single person I encounter. I do not always treat people with love. Because love is hard.