Love.

There's a song by Natasha Bedingfield that says " Someone just tell me that its ok now. What are you worrying about? Got my dreams, got my life, got my love, got my friends, got the sunshine above, why am I making this hard on myself when there are so many reasons to be happy."

I find myself so many times being thrown back into reality, and reminded that life is a learning curve. If we were suppose to have all the answers, we would have been handed a manual. That there are so many things in life to be happy, and thankful, and feel blessed.

Bonnie and I hang out once a week; and during that time, when I look at her boys, I think to myself "this is what life is about." Taking time out of busy schedules, bad moods, hectic times to come back, and be home. To watch two 4.5 month old boys figure out the essence of life. To watch them sit on your lap, and be so innocent, and laugh at everything you do, even if its the simplest thing ever. To watch them look at Bryan and Bonnie, and know that they are their parents. To see that when I walk into that house, they look at me, and get the biggest smiles on their faces. To watch everyones face light up when those two boys are in the room. I'm reminded every week I go there; that it's not about finishing the race first, or making the most money, or having the biggest house, or best job. It's about love. It's about family. It's about spending time. So simple, yet so rewarding. Yet why do we spend so much time worrying about everything else in life? Why is it that I concern myself so much about things like money, and jobs? Don't get me wrong, that's important. But so many of us have our priorities so messed up. We live day to day, just to get through one day, and get to the next. Instead of cherishing moments that fly by so fast. Where's the fire? When did we lose track of what made us happy, and filled our hearts? If home is where the heart is, then why do so many of us spend so much time away from it? Why do I wake up with a bad attitude? Why do I constantly complain about things in my life, instead of being thankful? How can something so simple, fill me so much? Is that the essence of love? How can two little boys teach me so much about life? About love? About what it truly means to treasure each moment?

Love. A word so powerful, it can bring a Nation to it's knees. Tears to a grown mans face. Healing to a broke heart. Forgiveness to the unforgivable. A smile on a strangers face.


1 Corinthians 13

Love Is the Greatest

1 If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. 3 If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it;[a] but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.

4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

8 Prophecy and speaking in unknown languages[b] and special knowledge will become useless. But love will last forever!