Love is some crazy stuff, y’all.
Love is willing to let others have a differing opinion. It doesn’t need everyone to agree in order to feel secure.
Love is hard to offend. Love understands that if everyone is given permission to be authentic, most folks will be authentically immature or authentically broken in some area of their lives, and it’s all part of the process of growing up.
Love doesn’t need to get its way. At the end of the day, Love will be Love no matter what.
Love chooses empathy over gloating, even when the gloat-ee totally got what was coming to them. Love knows it’s hard to be human, and nobody gets off scot-free when it comes to pain, grief, disappointment, or general bad days in the public eye.
Love is willing to be the grownup in any given situation, even when it’s super hard and it would feel better to snark, pout, snipe, swipe, and be generally fussy and disagreeable.
Love doesn’t need to prove that it’s right, even when it absolutely is. It can graciously overlook the bull-headedness of others, knowing that the truth will be revealed if it matters, and if it doesn’t matter, it’s not worth stirring up a fuss.
I need to get better at Love.
One day all the things that we think are important won’t be so important anymore. We’ll see Jesus face to face, and it’s going to change everything. We’ll see Love differently, because we’ve finally looked Love in the eyes and understood how different it is from the un-Love we’ve been messing around with.
It will be a beautiful day.