this is the kind of heart that is driven to sacrifice
to choose on a whim to stop everything
to go where love is calling
to set aside all other commitments
and to commit to the call
the call to love
the call for love
this is the love that pursues with passion
that prays with purpose
that moves with meaning
this is the kind of heart that hopes for God’s will
though we all soulishly second guess the way
this is a love that is secure
that is set in a love that has gone before
this is the kind of love that sows
because it has reaped
receiving the love God bestows to every heart beat
this is the love that sees the flaw but decides to follow through
the love that surrenders to the other despite
maybe they are ignorant of your heart muse
or maybe they choose to fire at you
but don’t read this as abuse
it’s because they care
and they swear because they see the unconditional truth
this is a love without strings
this is a love offering
a love for when dreams die
a love that is by your side
a love that never leaves
a love that makes a way
even when there seems to be no way
and though life is never without disappointment
this is a love that decides to plant seeds in the dirt of despair
the love that waits and waters in faith
bearing the other up in love
until there is fruit
this is when heart is squeezed
and more love is released
and this is the juice of the fruit
an abundant love offering
maybe i shouldn’t write on love. maybe i know nothing about love.
having never been in a relationship. having never heard those three words.
maybe i just don’t think of love the way the world thinks of love.
love isn’t a feeling.
love is a gift.
love is sacrifice.
love is sent.
(for god so love that he gave; he sent his one and only son)
i wrote the words above a few weekends ago, with tears in the eyes.
i was grateful for my grandparents who had expressed such an impulsive love.
to cut a long story short –
i was away on a road trip for a week with family (my cousins and brother).
after my three cousins left a few days early (before the weekend) i received a call from my grandparents.
grandad had a thought and grandma – who has her diary detailed to a fine degree – had by a miracle agreed.
they were willing to drive eight hours straight to coffin bay (on the eyre peninsula in south australia) –
to stay with us for only one full day before we would road trip back sunday.
i was overwhelmed.
were they really willing to do this? for us?
they were. and they did.
what great love is this!?
a reminder of the Cross.
a love that is a sacrifice.
a tangible expression of God’s love.
a love that goes the length.
a love that is willing to be stretched.