seems like minutes; how traffic seems so incredibly slow when it keeps one from another; how love songs on the radio seem to make sense, after all.
New love is so fun just by virtue of it being so unfamiliar and an exciting adventure that just begs to be explored. It's like a big, sweet apple from which you have taken one succulent bite.
It's just getting down to the core when it's not so pretty and it may have started to brown a little and the redness is gone and it's lumpy from where it's been bitten in several places.
This is what love really is. It's the lumps, the browning, the core -- the bad breath, the need to control the remote, the way he KNOWS IT ALL about every subject. It's the hard stuff, like choosing not to start a fight over which souvenir t-shirt is better, but ultimately it's about serving someone else and their best interests. Love is many things, but above all, it is service.
- when you have a sick child and he just wants you to hold him, when your "Martha" sees all that needs to be done
- putting down your phone and being still so an aging parent can just sit and talk
- dog-sitting for a neighbor with no notice and for longer than you expected
- carrying the load for someone else when he can't
- being kind when you are not the recipient of kindness
Over the last week, I have learned how much I am NOT a person who serves in love. God has shown me that I do what's comfortable for me. Ouch. So now I am praying that God will help me to serve in ways that are tough for me and that I don't want to do. So I can really love.
Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Romans 12:10-11
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