Be Love

This is kind of a part two. If you want to revisit the kind of part one, click here.

Beloved. Do you know that’s what you are. Beloved of God. You are special to Him and He loves you. Really, really.

But we’re not just beloved. We are to be love. 1 John 4:7-8 says “Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.” We are to love one another. And not just say it. It’s not like a, “Hey, love you man!” or a “Love ya!” at the end of a letter. Earlier in 1 John 3: 18 says, “Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” You’ll find a similar sentiment in James x:xx.  The point is that this love is supposed to be practical. It’s supposed to attempt to imitate the way that Christ loved.

Ugh! That get’s sticky, doesn’t it? I’m a firm believer in real. So here it is. That’s just not very comfortable. And I like comfortable. I like boundaries. I like warm and cozy. I don’t like crying. I’m not a cryer. I know this makes me a horrible person. But seriously, I don’t want to cry with people. I don’t really want to be around people who are crying. But, mourn with those who mourn. And this is love: going outside of what makes you comfortable.

I like logical (WonderHubs is laughing and laughing right now reading this), and you know my logic and God’s logic just don’t seem to gel sometimes. Why in the world would I?

I like simple. I like equations. God can’t be limited. I like control, oh, how I like control. Like isn’t really the right word. I love control. I think I need it. I think I’m good at it. God thinks otherwise. He sees this big plan and how it will all come together. I see a tiny piece of it and think I’ve got the whole thing. If you’ve got a teenager you know what I’m talking about. “I know. I know.” And you stand there looking at them wondering how on earth they possibly know when all you’ve said is “Have you…” If you have a 2 year old, you know what I’m talking about. When you’re planning to take them to the park, but they’re screaming because you have the audacity to put a shoe on their foot. If you’ve ever had a regret, you know what I’m talking about. When you wish you’d just known then what you know now.