"...and hope does not disappoint because the love of God has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit." That's from Romans 5:5 in case you don't read my blog title. And for me that is the tricky part, that love that is poured out into our hearts. Sometimes I don't recognize it. And so many times I have trouble reflecting it out. I have the hope, but as much love as I have been given, I have not been able to receive. When I can't receive it, I can't reflect it.
This is the third blog post I have written for this day. I have tried to write about some things that have happened in love and I have managed to write admonishment, defense, criticism, sarcasm, anger and lots of other emotions, but when I reread the whole thing, what I am missing is the love. So you won't be reading those other posts I wrote for today.
This is the terrible, awful, joyful truth, it doesn't really matter what the circumstances are or what happened exactly and what I feel about it and who said what to whom. It doesn't matter. I am called to love. And I have received so much love from God through the Holy Spirit that I know, I know, in my heart that I am called to love, no matter what. I trust God to see me through, just as He always has. And the thing I am called to do isn't admonish or explain myself, or defend, or anything. I am called only to love.
So, I do. I love. I am trying with every ounce of strength and all the blessings I have received to only put on love. But I am not saying that it is easy, or that I can do it perfectly yet. But, love is what I am called to do. Love. It has been poured into my heart through the Holy Spirit which I have received. Love. Nothing else matters but the love.