Thursday, October 27, 2005

Love

I am continuously struck by how intentional love must be ...

My wife and I have to work at our love. It is work, but it's that kind of work that is more rewarding than any amount of sweat and tears you put into it.

... I wonder if that's how it is for God. So intentional ... so willing to sweat and cry ... and how he must rejoice beyond any meaning of the term we can fathom when the love is returned.

No wonder angels dance.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Just thought I'd shoot some encouragement your way. Keep working. Keep digging. Keep loving.
I finally discovered what shĕmă means.
Gabe