Love Remains
The passion was gone when he
walked out. There was nothing left to keep him there.
When she closed the door for the
last time, the fire had died. She was off to pursue the next thing.
It’s
kinda like the day or the week after Valentine’s
Day. The chocolate has been eaten, the flowers have wilted and the shiny new
necklace has already become just another part of our wardrobe. As the bling
loses its shine and the mundane once again takes over, what’s left?
Love.
Love remains. At least, I hope it
does. Love keeps me going when I want to quit. Love keeps me running when I
want to stop. It keeps me coming back when all I want is to bail out. When
frustration mounts and tension soars, when apathy threatens and hopelessness
swallows me - love keeps me going. It remains.
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of
these is love.”
-
1st Corinthians 13:13
I love you for who you are. I love
you for what you’ve done. I love you, for my
life, my history and my future are tangled in you.
I love you because you first loved
me. I love you because without you, I am hopeless. I love you because you
allowed a beautiful life to be extinguished in the most terrible way for me -
for all of us.
So what happens, Father, when my passion
is gone?
What happens, my dear LORD, when
the fire has died?
Tell me please, so that I may
renew my passion for you. Guide me please, so that I may once again live and
die for you. Take away my weary spirit and give me wings to fly, to fly to you.
“I have loved you with an everlasting love - out of faithfulness I have
drawn you close.”
-
Jeremiah 31:3 (the VOICE)
I don’t want to walk away - I want to come close. And as I
try to come back to you - back to when I was passionate for you - I thank you
that your love remains.
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