Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Saturday, March 8, 2014
by Mark Buchanan
All life and ministry is overflow. And the inflow is this one thing:
knowing and relishing and never forgetting that I am the one Jesus
loves.
Monday, July 22, 2013
from Four Letters of Love by Niall Williams
It was then, lying there in the bed beside her sleeping husband, that Margaret Looney realised there was to be an emptying as much as a filling of her heart with love, and that as much as her heart had expanded and grown in the first girlish weeks of love in Donegal, filling her until bursting, now, in the years left, there was to be the slow drop by drop bleeding back of it all. It would all have to be given back, and day after day as the hardship of their life dulled into routine -- window panes that rattled under the lash of the wind for months on end, rain that leaked beneath the doors, her husband out and drinking, electricity cut off and the radio shut down, the boredom, the quiet and incredible loneliness -- Margaret Looney would remember when she first discovered love and wonder at how immense it must have been to be lasting so long.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
from The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry
By her own estimation, a plain woman, she did not wish to be a plain old woman. However I would also question her plainness. There were times when her face shimmered and flashed with its own beauty. There was the moment we stood side by side in the church, and I looked down at her face just the second before she said 'I do,' and then heard her say it, and then out of her face flew this extraordinary light, flooding up at me. It was love. You do not expect to see love like that. I did not anyhow.
from The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry
As usual I don't have words for what I mean. I am trying to say I loved Bet, yes, soul to soul, and the lines and wrinkles were part of some other story, her own harrowing reading of her own life.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
from The Four Loves, by CS Lewis
We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as a way in which they should break, so be it.
Labels:
brokenness,
C.S. Lewis,
heartache,
love,
suffering,
surrender
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