Cold Hard Ground

The forecast last night was for a low around 20.  I woke early and without checking the temperature, headed out the backdoor in flip flops to see how things were faring in the unheated garage.

As soon as my foot touched the ground my entire body knew something had changed about it.

Yesterday when I stepped off the porch onto the ground there had been a spring as the earth beneath my foot responded to my touch.

This morning, there was no give from the ground beneath me.  It was hard…rock hard.

The impact of foot striking hard ground was felt throughout my body with each step I took.

The ground was cold and hard – unforgiving, harsh, unresponsive – like a heart bereft of love.

…bereft of love…. Love is the warmth that melts cold, hard hearts.

If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.

Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.

Love never dies. 

The Message

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