Love

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

But I also believe there are some words that are worth a thousand pictures.

Love.

Such a powerful word. One that makes you feel good. One that opens you up to a world of hurt.

Love can be the pinnacle of acceptance. But can also leave one in the deepest pit of rejection.

It can be flippantly spoken. I love chocolate. I love skiing.

It can cause a fond rush. I love pictures drawn by my kids. I love my husband's signature.

It can be a sweet balm. I love being your friend.

It can be an intense invitation that redefines you. I love you and want you to be my wife.

It can be the very essence of life. Jesus.

But it is such a slippery word. So hard to contain, reign in, or control.

You can offer it... but you can not make someone accept it.

You can live it...and still have people misunderstand it.

And then how do you really measure someone else's true feelings. By one conversation or the culmination of years of conversations?

Box it in and love runs away. Let it go and maybe love will return.
Maybe. Maybe not.

Fall into the arms of the only One truly worthy to be called love.

And He whispers, "Perfect love casts out fear. Perfect love dies for you. Perfect love remains."

Always remains. Always.