Loving is hard.
The world says it's not- or that it shouldn't be. But the Word came down and hung upon a tree and showed us that it is.
With thorns pressed into his skull, blood and water pouring from his wounds- dying a death for sins he never committed after living a life that HE never needed, the breath drained from his lungs and he went to the grave. He loved so hard, he loved the life right out of himself.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. 1 Cor 13:4-8
We want love to be easy. We want life to be easy. But it's not. And if perfection can hang upon a cross, crying out- then what for us?
We are called to love patiently, kindly, selflessly, softly, happily, slowly. But that's hard.
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