Today I attempted love. Attempted to reflect upon it and actually live it out. That was the goal.I started reading a little 1 Corinthians 13 and 1 John...I prayed a bit, and then headed out into the day.
Along the way I learned a little about myself. Or rather was reminded.
It all happened during a lunch meeting I was having with some fellow ministers. Near the end of our time, one of the fellows there was sharing about his mother's cancer. He indicated that the prognosis was not good (only four to six months). A tough situation--and one that I was attempting to give attention to.
The trouble was, as time ran on I began to be distracted. To be impatient. To want to be elsewhere. And as that was beginning to happen, I came face to face with my own apparent lack of love.
Why, after all, was I so impatient? Where was my love? What kind of a person am I?
I share this not to show how horrible I am...because there are certainly other ways in which I have loved today. Rather I say what I say because it shows me how far I have to go in love. How much I need to let the Spirit work in me.
Because in this day devoted to love it still took conscious effort for me to do so.
It's something to pray about--and keep in mind even as I turn tomorrow to...joy.
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