Artificial Flavoring
I don't know if anyone else ever does this, but when ideas or thoughts come into my mind, I jot them down on little notes and stick htem in my Bible case. I keep a notebook next to my bed. Well, I usually do. I used to. I should do that again. Anyway, I've felt compelled lately to actually write more entries, to maybe dig out some of those ideas I'm always jotting down and actually spread those thoughts to others. Here's one, I have no idea how old it is. But I'm going to write about it:
Love is thrown around like candy. Something everyone wants and everyone will find if they're looking. But is it real, or is it artificial?
There isn't a person in the world that doesn't want to be loved. By someone. There are many that will tell you different. I will tell you that I don't need anyone but God. There are many of us that know that, but that doesn't mean we don't long for companionship. I love being around others, sharing my faith and beliefs and laughing. I also love being around those who don't know my Daddy, just being with them, I don't even have to be preaching at them, just living the difference in front of them. I love people, and I love to be loved.
I think all of us have probably searched for it in the wrong places. Sex, substance abuse, conforming to the pattern of those who seem to be more welcoming. It's sad when evil outstretches its hand to the lost before the Christian even notices he's standing there. (Oo, I just said that, and it sounded good! Cool.)
When evil smiles at the lonely, they run to their companionship. Why weren't we their first? We know true and authentic love. The greatest love of all time, and we don't even talk about it as much as we talk about our new boyfriend or girlfriend. We don't talk about it like a new pair of socks or the latest amazing band. We don't even think about it.
The Creator of the Universe saved you, and you know all about it, You even know hHim personally, and you don't even care to introduce your friends to the most powerful, famous person you know. I bet if Orlando Bloom was in your living room, you wouldn't be so hesitant to tell everyone alll about it.
Love really is tossed around like candy, the word is abused like a drug. But the thing is, most the candy in the word is artificially flavored. We know where to find the real stuff, and it's neverending, and we don't even share that with others.
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This isn't the direction I saw this entry going at all. In fact, when I picked up this piece of paper I started digging for another on first instinct! But then God spoke to me, He told me He'd given me this piece. So, here you go. I hope it touched you in some way, it blessed me just to write it! So often I'm speaking to myself and not all of you, but there are always a handful that are going through the same thing as me. I want to be even more bold, more bold than I have ever been. Praise God for the advice and prayer of those who may or may not understand what we go through sometimes, but pray despite it.