“Grandfathers are kind…fathers are loving.”-Peter Kreeft
Love is not God…God is love. I’m afraid of what I have confused love with. Many times I have confused love for peace, love for niceness, love for happiness. But that isn’t love. It can be, but it’s not always.
Do I love a brother more than I love him liking me? Am I willing to confront or inflict pain in someones life to protect them from something far worse? Do i love them enough to know the most merciful thing that I can offer is to seek for justice to have it’s way? Do i love them enough to wait patiently and embrace them when the world would deject them? Do i love them enough to know when they need encouragement and when they need a firm hand? Do i even love myself in this way?
I hope and pray I love you enough to not love you the way that would come about naturally.
I hope we all do!