Tuesday, February 23, 2010

In your eyes, I see your soul.

Wash it all away, I want it to be only You they see.

I know her - and I know everything she is not. I know the damage she can cause.

There is no good that stands alone, the only good is Him.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." {1 Corinthians 13: 4-7}

Keeps no record of wrongs. Guilty.

Once again I give in to a "standard of fairness" not the standard of love. Why? because there is a danger that comes with keeping no record of wrong...it leaves me vulnerable.

"Guard your heart", "protect yourself at all costs" It's pounded into our heads, resounding with each decision made. And yet my stomach turns...because I yearn to believe that love is so much more than that. Self-sacrificing, isn't that what Jesus lived? Pain, again...we run. I cannot believe that apathy is better than pain.

"If what we call love doesn’t take us beyond ourselves, it is not really love. If we have the idea that love is characterized as cautious, wise, sensible, shrewd, and never taken to extremes, we have missed the true meaning." -Oswald Chambers

Love always protects. How?

Sharp words, they hurt me. Words have power. Inaccurate impressions of my heart built upon the words of listless observers, victims only of their own insecurities. Hide your insecurities, do whatever it takes...weakness has no place. Lies we no longer realize we believe. We are only pawns.

They don't even realize that you know, turn your face to take the slaps. In shame you hear your own mouth filled with vile speech, words that tumble out as tacks. What if words instead protected? What if this was how we loved? What if it was hearts we guarded, with the power of our words?

My thoughts are scattered - my actions all too often fail my intentions...

...but in me, He is so strong.

1 comment:

Richie said...

I think that so often the true beauty and power of love is found amidst pain and suffering... The ability of love to protect is not that we never experience pain, but the peace that comes from knowing we don't suffer alone... Knowing we are not alone is sometimes the most important thing we grasp for when afflicted... Love is the best comforter because He has experienced humanity; the pains, trials, and failures, and has overcome it all...