A Facebook Post Derived From The State Of My Heart.
Love is so misunderstood.
I've discovered the fear of opening up one's heart is the treacherous tragedy of that heart being betrayed. When I think of God, he's dealt with betrayal the most out of us all. He made an angel the best as it could have been without it actually being God: "Thou sealest up the sum: full of wisdom and perfect in beauty." Yet, unto that angel he gave his best to, he was betrayed by. That angel caused a revolt against Him, using the very wisdom that God gave him.
Christ, Emmanuel, who is God with us, walked the earth and chose twelve disciples. The very thief that he yet trusted to hold the bag of money betrayed God's love unto him for thirty pieces of silver. God knows all about betrayal, yet he's still calling us to love.
Love is consistent despite the hurt. Love doesn't change its aim towards a person just because one's aim towards you may be afflicting you. Not many possess that turn the other cheek love when one is being afflicted by that individual. Not many has the grace to be faithful as Love. God is Love. And so, we are unconscious towards love's identity because we don't know who God is.
My hurt heart woke me out my sleep. A broken heart is hurt and sorrow that's truly unique. I'm discovering and experiencing the life of my God, my Lord and Savior, who was a man of sorrow, the scriptures foretold. Isaiah 53. He came unto his own, but his own received him not.
Carry on in loving, because we receive rewards just on the other side of this all. I shall wear a crown -- a golden crown. Be blessed. Much Love.
