What's Love Got To Do With It?
I'm still learning about love. I've never done it well. I withhold love when I should give it. Maybe I grew up feeling unloved. Maybe I was not taught how. Maybe I've tried all the wrong ways. Maybe I'm missing a "love gene". Lately I've seen what love is supposed to look like. I've seen moms love on their children. I've seen them have to be firm, but yet with love. It's a hard, yet tender thing. The hard part is really HARD, but it's because of love. I've seen the church love on people (people that in my opinion seem very hard to love). But the church opens arms to all of them. I wish I could love better. I think I'm trying. Sometimes tears remind me that at least I'm caring more. Perhaps I've forgotten to imitate the Person of love. Jesus loved prostitutes and murderers and tax collectors and all sorts of stinky people. Why don't I? He clearly is the example the church follows - at least the