Love.

I've done some seriously stupid things.

I've been misunderstood. 

I've felt the weight of unresolved conflict. 

I've felt the searing pain of heartache. 

I've wrestled and wondered and worried. 

I'm willing to bet that you've experienced all of these, too. and many more like them.

But today, and every day really, I'm so grateful for the people that have walked with me and surrounded me with encouragement, truth, and love. The presence of Love is powerful.

Love heals. It restores. It lifts my spirit and encourages my soul. It gives me feet when I can't stand, and perspective when I'm certain that I've gone crazy.

Love.

I'm grateful this morning for that powerful gift of love when I least deserve it. When I've done something foolish or ugly or impulsive and I can't seem to shake it out of my system, and Love comes anyway. It's like a rainstorm of grace washing all the muck of shame clean off of me.

It's gloriously freeing.

I have this deep desire for people to know they are loved. I know I cannot possibly love without blemish, but I really want to love well.

It's not mushy. It's not wimpy. It's not easy.

Love is challenging. It's gracious. It's brave. 


... and it's what I'm called to.


You are loved,
Lyss

"By this all men will know you are My disciples, if you have love for one another." John 13:35.