I’m a schmuck. To think that everyone else loves like I do and receives my heart open wide as I try hard to love and encourage others… I must be a fool.
Yesterday… was one of those hard hard days filled with “why do I bother?”
But as quickly as that temptation pops in my head, God leaps in and grabs my brain along with my heart, holds tight, and says “Here is why… You are mine.”
People can tell you in so many ways to stop sharing your heart, your passion, God … even Christians in their “I think I’m being *nice*” sort of ways. I’m thankful I can see right through it. But yesterday was one of several *hidden* halts thrown at me. Sideswiped me, really. Out of the blue. But not the pretty blue over yonder.
Because … HOW can any person stop sharing their passion? Tell me, how can one quell what the soul has come to know, and how can I, who nearly died and this Truth swooped in to save me, deny it from being shared? How does one stop water from filling a thirst need?
It’s a simple truth.
I can’t stop loving.
I can’t stop sharing the One who loved me into a breathtaking existence.
I can’t stop sharing the Love that permeates every crack in my life.
BUT I’ll be a fool for the hope of love everyday if my only other choice is to show others what is often shown devoid of these things
For God is pleased with you when, for the sake of your conscience, you patiently endure unfair treatment. 1 Peter 2:19 NLT
Live Blessed and Know It,