Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy. Love does not boast. Love is not arrogant. Love is not rude. Love does not insist on its own way. Love is not irritable. Love is not resentful. Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing. Love rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things. Love believes all things. Loves hopes all things. Love endures all things. Love never ends.
In search of a lover, we’ve redefined love, to mean what we want and not the above.
To find a companion is of such great achievement, the star on your chest only says you’re important.
You say, “Hey look at me, isn’t this worth something? She said that she loves me, what do you think?”
Gone are the days when a ring meant a marriage, reducing it now to no more than a badge.
When that badge is all that is keeping us close, we are bound to find conflict, you and me both.
But when conflict arises, we react in surprises, as if pain could not find us.
The content of conflict shows the context of us, to confront it would be to condemn us to death.
Yet the value we place on the relationship at hand is so great a burden no human can withstand.
As the conflict arises, we react in surprises and in order to maintain our love of ourself, we hide it and store it up high on a shelf.
If only I don’t have to look at that pain, then how can it come back to hurt me again?
Foolishly hiding away any strife, we deprive our hearts of the essence of life.
We think pain is for weaklings and for guys who can’t shave, but really that’s only for someone not brave.
Like they signed a contract to continue control of no contact with conflict, stuck deep in a hole.
But to walk through the storm and stand up from a fall is far better than not having walked it at all.
So go get your suffering down off of that shelf, choose someone to love, and die to yourself.
The content you’ve stored in that old box of conflict is enough to concede you just can not compete.
The race set before you is one you won’t win, the conflict keeps coming, it’s sucking you in.
All too soon you will see that this life is not made by avoiding the conflict, but rather surprising your conflict with an air of contentment.
The rise of confliction is only a bad thing when we’re living a life that denies its existence.
So take up your cross and say “Jesus, I need you; repair all these wounds from my life lived without you.”
There’s life in those wounds, begging to breathe; breathe a new live that’s been redeemed.
The reason I push this is only because it was Jesus who suffered this conflict for us.