Love is patient,
Love is kind —
Let God’s love possess your mind.
Love’s not boasting,
Love’s not proud —
Let us sing His praises loud.
Love’s not jealous,
Love’s not rude —
With forgiveness it’s imbued.
Love rejoices
In the truth —
Love forever does endure.
Love doesn’t give up,
It doesn’t lose faith —
It’s never early, never late.
Always hopeful,
Always free —
Love is our true destiny.
When dreams are dead
Men lose their heart,
And, like dead men,
They fall apart.
Inside, unseen,
Their souls like stone,
Bear calloused wounds,
Exist forlorn.
Let not dreams die —
Still deep inside,
Quench not the fire
Of hope alive.
Let Love somehow
Heal deepest wounds.
Let Jesus’ love
Break open tombs!
Then shout, and sing,
Our voices raise!
Hosannahs bring
In humble praise!
Go out onto the water;
Yes, take the first brave step.
No doubt cause you to falter,
Nor look in water’s depth.
Climb up onto the summit;
Go forth one step each time.
Fear not, and you’ll not plummet —
The view will be sublime.
Reach out to many hurting,
One person at a time.
Though you don’t feel worthy,
God’s love from you must shine.
Go forth into the darkness,
Though you do not know the way.
There’s death and there is starkness,
But His light will be your stay.
Keep on, though you are weary;
Make your eyes look up above.
Your goal, which is God’s heaven
Will heal your heart with love.
Love is shown in many different ways …
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in…
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“Re: “ is for “response”
Wow, I really love getting responses to emails. If I write to people, I sometimes absolutely crave getting a response, anything to show that it meant something to them.
I guess we are made to communicate, but we all communicate in different ways. Sometimes it seems much easier for me to write to someone than to call them on the phone. I don’t fear their rejection as much when I write. Go figure!
But, I think as humans we all need to be responded to, so much so that as children at least, we would rather receive negative attention than no attention at all.
On pondering all this, I wondered what it is like for God when I don’t respond to Him. How many times a day is He telling me He loves me (through nature, other people, His word, etc.)? When I feel hurt by someone’s non-response (and usually they have a very good reason – I am NOT the center of the world, after all 🙂 ), perhaps I need to reflect on the times I have not responded to God or to others.
Just something to ponder.
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