Love.
I am obsessed with the topic of love. I love love. I desire to love and be loved. I have been loved, and I have loved, and I continue to experience the different facets of love. I started loving boys from an early age, and then I fell in love, so that the colour of my world changed. It was wonderful and it was heart-breaking, and it made me feel upside down and inside out, and I could not make heads or tails of my life, but I loved to be in love. There was no better feeling in the world to me than falling in love.
And then there was a different kind of love, one that I still don't always grasp, but one that says that God is love, and that He showed this love by dying for us. 1 Corinthians 13 is a chapter in the Bible that defines love as patient and kind, as holding no records of wrongs, of being selfless and not selfish, and it describes love as the most powerful emotion above hope and faith. But not only is love described as a feeling but rather as a characteristic of a human being. To be loving and to love work together and complement each other.
Love. It is the antithesis of hate. It is the penultimate satisfaction. The greatest accomplishment. A dream come true. A fairytale. Love is said to conquer every fear and every obstacle. To love and be loved is, to me, the greatest pinnacle of success. You can have money, status, good looks, a good body, and a good reputation, but to have love in all its myriad forms for the various people in and out of your life, that must be the meaning of life, the purpose of our existence, for there is no greater word, no greater name except Jesus Christ Himself. Amen.
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