Love, what a conundrum…
Least it used to be, not as much these days.
Abba is maturing me to understanding love.
The what is and what isn’t of it, from the me part of giving it to the receiving end.
It is so much more than I fathomed even while it is far lesss than I perceived.
It isn’t about touch or words really, not how I thought it was
I don’t have to hear it to know it exists, it is greater than words
Finding it in touch does happen but isn’t the wearwithal for experiencing it
No it is more complex than that, found in the breadth of friendships and the existence of life
I am seeing that nature surrounds me of it, sunrise beckons me with it even as moonlight lulls me to sleep wrapped in it
Love is everywhere, in everything
All inclusive, for love is God and God is love
I was taught that love was a two-pronged fork, one to give wrong the other to deny
I sure came out twisted from this
I so positive that if someone isn’t giving me all of the attention I want, then they don’t love me
If I was starving for love, I would desire touch of any kind, hurt me even, because that was all I had known as a child.
Use or neglect, love being the term spoken when used of a father
Unknown to me safe and secure love, from a touch withheld of a mother.
love wasn’t what I lived, i was told so, but it wasn’t true
I like this love definition I am finding
It is comforting to know I am cared for in more than touch
I am valued for my mind, my emotions and my input
I am someone worth loving in the right way, loved by deed and action, cared for in providing, wanted around
Love is really all of these
Touch to stem from the relationship in a godly way
A kind look, a smile aimed at you, a question of, “How are you?”
Thinking of you and how can I help, that’s love too.
I like that simply being in someones presence suffices
The freedom it gives me to love back in the same way
To love right
To stem from giving rather than getting
That’s Abba love
That’s my Jesus love just like He gave me
Momma Mary, Papa Joseph and all of heaven-sent love
I couldn’t love my God more, I know how much He loves me
I feel it even though He isn’t visible to me,
I find it sitting in His presence, listening to His words, resting in His peace
He is love
Thus I have had love all along
Loved me in my need and want, my give me and hold me, given the lost child within what was missed
In the end it has been your love of Christ that has healed me
His love lived out that His love show me this truth
I, Tammy Anne of God, am loved
with an everlasting love
“My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. Everyone who loves is born of God and experiences a relationship with God. The person who refuses to love doesn’t know the first thing about God, because God is love—so you can’t know him if you don’t love. This is how God showed his love for us: God sent his only Son into the world so we might live through him. This is the kind of love we are talking about—not that we once upon a time loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to clear away our sins and the damage they’ve done to our relationship with God.”
1 John 4:10 The Message