1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.But the greatest of these is love.
Arms wrapping around you, holding you tight, whispering bold statements of peace and truth in your ear- kind of love. The best kind of love, really.
Love that asks nothing in return. Just that you soak it up, relish in it’s unequivocal force.
Over the past few days, I have screamed out with grunts of pain and suffering. I’ve questioned whether or not this was all my fault somehow (and I know that it wasn’t, but sometimes the mind can’t help but go there.) I have felt sadness, grief, anger, and loneliness.
But more than all of those things combined, I have felt LOVED.
“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”
Jesus replied: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.”
So many of you have followed this command. Loving me as yourself. The love itself would be enough, but then I think of people obeying God, and that makes me weep with joy.
The blog comments, the personal emails, the texts. Phone calls, flowers sent, homemade meals brought hot to my door.
People that I hadn’t heard from in YEARS, called or texted me. I’ve received cards in the mail with money to go out to dinner. Facebook and twitter messages, too numerous to count.
All this has nothing to do with how popular or important I am. I’m nobody. But it’s a testimony to how AMAZING our collective spirit is. And of just how GREAT God is. Even in the hardest of times. No. ESPECIALLY in the hardest of times.
My dear friend, Jessica, said it best when writing about her own miscarriage, one in which she had to deliver her stillborn baby at 19 weeks. She wrote:
I would be lying if I said that this makes sense or that I’m waiting to see how this can be used for good. It hurts and I have no understanding of these kinds of things or why children are being sold into slavery even in East Tennessee or why the mentally ill woman at my church is viewed as beyond the reach of hope.
What I do know though is a strange thing happens in the midst of pain, GOD SHOWS UP EVERYWHERE.
He’s in each of you who expressed love for me. And for that, I am so thankful.
After some very painful days of having so much to process, I know one thing. We are made to LOVE. Bottom line. We are made to love and worship God and we are made to love one another. It is our highest calling.
It’s simple really. And it feels so damn good to be loved.
Thank you for that.