“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast, it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on it’s own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong doing but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things” – Corinthians 13:4-7

What is love? I always knew love was what parents felt when they had a baby. But other than that, I never knew. Love is simple, it’s an action. It’s things you do through out your day that you love. It’s waking up knowing that you don’t have to go in to work that day, it’s coming home from a long day and getting to finally rest, it’s going to the dentist to have that tooth pulled that’s been putting you in agony. It’s a release. It’s a comfortable feeling.

Love is being able to stand up confidently for what you believe in. Love is standing up for yourself and others. I feel love must start with you. You have to love you before you can love someone else. If you don’t know what something is, you never had it, how can you give it to someone else? Love is quiet and calm. It’s not loud and overbearing. It’s not critical or judgmental. It’s not stress inducing, it’s stress relieving. Love doesn’t carry around negativity; it doesn’t hate and isn’t jealous of others. In Corinthians 1:18 the apostle Paul says “If I speak in tongues of men an angels but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a changing symbol. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all the mysteries and all the the knowledge, and I have faith that can move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I posses to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing”. Paul tells us that love isn’t a mere feeling but it’s how we relate to others. It’s an action. It’s the posture of our hearts when we do something that brings love.

Love is enduring meaning it’s unchanging, it doesn’t switch up, it’s reliable. This brings huge amounts of trust and loyalty that strengthens it. Love is more than words, you can’t describe it. It has many different forms, it flows.

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