Confession…I think sometimes the love I give isn’t the best love that I have to offer.
As I’ve been challenged to examine the truth of gospel and it’s role in my life I’ve really been challenged to look at the way I love the people in my life. Primarily my husband. He is the person on this earth I love most. Really, he is. He is my friend. He is the person I first call when things go wrong. He is the person I first call when things go GREAT! He’s the person I cuddle up with at the end of the day and the person who gets to greet me first thing in the morning. But what if my love for him is not the best love I can be offering to him.
I’ve been reading my Bible and I’ve started to wonder if I’ve got the wrong idea of love. I’ve often thought that the love I have to offer comes from a place inside of me that I muster up and conjure from someplace deep in my being. Let me suggest an alternative.
My love for those around me shouldn’t be the thing I conjure up. Matthew’s gospel reminds us of Jesus’ words…The greatest commandment of them all is to love the Lord your God with all of your heart and your mind and your soul. The second is love your neighbor as yourself. What if our love for each other is based off of our love for God? Just wondering.
Until another confession…