"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?