What Love Is To Me…
I found myself dreaming about love, like a child’s association with Santa Claus.
Wondering if my expectations are inordinately overwrought because I am gifted.
There is a burden that comes with knowledge and a heaviness that comes with chronic compassion.
I cannot alter the vibrant colors which I see, the beauty I absorb in every sound, or falling in love with life over, and over again. I cannot disparage my intensity.
Idle, I find myself weighing with the ideology that I am only meant to dispense love verses receiving.
The evidence is present to support this hypothesis, as I have habitually performed this routine throughout my life. The discovery of this status quo only reveals my vulnerability and acceptance of self-actuality that I possibly wouldn’t know what it is like to be loved. Maybe.
God has blessed me with an abundance of love and I am grateful. God teaches us how to love and most importantly what love is.
Through him I build my foundation, which is why my faith remains solid. He is perfect love; which makes me yearn for a love story in which a man knows his wife before she is even aware. He sees her and he knows.
Possessing love and partnership that is built with not only God in the center but with HIM as the foundation. Never a house but a home that is built with walls of scripture and loyalty that runs deeper than any soil.
Understanding that you are his chair when his feet become tired, that you are ready to stand as he sits and be that rock for him. He is to do the same. He is forever present and yields to your every need.
Confirmation of loyalty…. Guiding not by our past but only the future and everything God has planned for us.
Our value is not placed in material things,
but in the Word
and
who we are because of it.
Spread the Gospel, Speak life, Seek knowledge & Sow Faith.
Where there is LOVE she will come, in your foundation she will flourish….
