I heard these words today, and they startled me. Preston Perry was referring to the love a man and wife are called to, but that was not the image God burned into the space where eyes read into the heart. My family has been called to love one of our own like this. We're in a place where the relationship has been so broken the mere remembrance of it sears pain and loss.
I am incredibly blessed to call my parents and my siblings believers. Professed sinners who's passionate claim of Christ follows word with deed. But not one. One has polarized, renouncing her faith and disowning us. As often as her pain fully rears its head, she hurls flaming attacks bent on destroying us to ease the loss felt. Desperate to inflict ruin to heal pain. Broken, in desperate need of the Gospel that has been heard, but never experienced.
It might seem an easy task to see the torment and react in forgiveness, in love. But we too, need the Gospel every moment. To love with abandon. Love like that isn't natural, isn't mine. When it feels like already our hearts have been broken, how can we love with a belief that fragile hearts can't break? I have GOOD NEWS. 1 Corinthians 15:1-4 Love will be given. Philippians 4:19 God will supply-He IS love itself. 1 John 4:8 I need not doubt my Father's plans. Jeremiah 29:11-13
