Love?

Real love. Not that fake stuff that our world tells us we should have.

What if I told you that God doesn't love. And that we had it all wrong. We think there is this amazing God out there who loves us so dearly. We don't even know what love means. Its just this mysterious thing we throw around like a baseball.Tugging at the play of earthy instant love. Flirting with what’s perverted and toying with this philosophy of such dark meaning our standards. Love isn't a self seeking one night stand that comes and goes before it began society has clouded our view of love and flipped it upside down. Sex before marriage, pornography, abusive relationships, rape? Yeah apparently ultimatums are the new standards. That's not love! That's just crap we want to believe is love because we’re too lazy to go find the real thing. you see, God is set apart from us, He doesn't love because God is the pure essence of love. God is love, love is God. God is patient, God is kind. God does not envy or boast. He’s not proud, nor does he dishonor others or seek himself. He is not easily angered. No records of wrong doings does he keep. God does not delight in evil but rather rejoices with the truth. He will always protect, always trust, always hope and always persevere. Every time we misuse love we throw away God for that moment. None of us know what it means to truly intimately love with absolute passion. You see when we have God we don't need all that other crap because you don't need a picture, a mere sub par illustration of love when you can have the real thing. Don't deviate from the fountain of uncontainable uncontrollable unfailing pure love sprung right from Gods own heart. So drew near to God and you get immersed into love. We are all sons and daughters of love, trying to live up to the father of love. God is love, love is God. Love wants us to be holy, he wants us to use him for only the benefit to show those how he rules. How he fills himself in everywhere he goes. Through the darkness and past the light. Into sin and beyond. Behind confusion and under the desert. In the middle of the worst storm and at the bottom of the sea. Where no soul has ventured out, into the dark after dawn. So much death and lurking evil it sees. Lashing out at all who have fell. At the bottom  of the deep cracks of Hell. Behind the shadows and under the quake. Living by the dead and fighting in the blur for everyone's pain. Created by the shining sun yet molded by darkness into what we now call love. Though restored through the passionate cultivation of true life. Banishing blind confusion sent from the highest heavens. A mysterious monster risen for order and beauty. Piecing together and mending the broken souls. It knows no sin who stands taller or is able to win. Rushing through and sweeping all despair, comforting the broken and singing to the lost. That someday He may lead them all home. That someday He might be seen fighting by His true colors.

Love