If I’ve learned anything about love, it didn’t happen on the days where everything was pink and rosy and filled with swirling lace on a dance floor. Those were good days. I learned about romance on those days, but not love.
If I have learned anything about love, it happened on my yuckiest, darkest, most broken days. Where my shame and my weaknesses were laid bare and exposed, opening up a door to condemn me, forsake me, and turn to run away. And instead, Love remained.
I’ve hit rock bottom, and I’ve hit even deeper still. And there, I was loved, accepted and forgiven. There, I found Love.
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love keeps no record of wrongs.
This week, like every other, is a week for love.
Maybe the best thing you can offer this week is not romance, but the forgiveness you’ve been with holding? Maybe this week, the best thing you can offer is patience, not pomp and circumstance?
Love well today. Love well all week. Amen.