As I listen to French music, I found this image on the Toulouse Flickr page
Love isn’t just a one shot chance
Love is decisions
Love’s in the overall plan
Love isn’t giddy and summertime lust
It has arrows both ways
But love rests in one you can trust
Love isn’t words and flowers and wealth
Love serves one over self
Love isn’t a picture, filled with some perfect face
Love patches the broken
Love finds strength in grace.
This poem was written last week, but it was ideal for today. I have thought a lot about how we do not radically love to the fullest until it hurts us. We are called to a higher level of love as followers.