I was recently asked the question, "what is love?" Thinking hard, I found that I could think of what it ISN'T, but for the life of me, couldn't define it. I know what it feels like, warm, fuzzy . . . good. Or maybe that's sitting in front of a fire with a cup of chai tea. Okay, let's start over. Love (without truth) isn't love. True statement. Love, true love, is telling the truth, no matter how hard it is. Or how about the theme of the old movie, Love Story. "Love is never having to say you're sorry". That's hogwash by the way. For when you love someone, saying sorry is what you do over and over. As far as I remember, from little on, I wanted to be loved. For some reason, I never thought I was. Now I know that was a lie. To think back on my childhood, I was the first grandchild on my mother's side and her siblings and parents adored me. Adoration = love? Yeah, I guess it does. Even though my parents di
Eph 1:18 & 19 I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and His incomparably great power for us who believe. Together, through God's Word, we will open the eyes of our hearts to God's perfect plan for our lives.