True Love

If Love was born to die,

Did he know it was for me,

Did he see the mess I’d make,

Surely then he’d run and flee

But instead he humbly came,

He chose hay over a throne

Even though it was my mess,

Bore it as it were his own.

And even though  it’s hard to fathom,

Why my price he’d chose to pay,

The reason then , to put it simply is, 

True Love was born that day.  

Sincerely, Your Beloved - 4

Dear Beloved,
The art of pursuit isn't passive.
It is one of high risk and even higher rewards,
It is one of persistence and hard work.
one of sweat blood and tears,
For that, is the price Christ paid,
It wasn't a walk in the park
He didn't wait till his bride fell into his lap,
He pursued her full force,
Holding nothing back.
With Grand gestures of his love,
and in the Grandest Gesture of all,
He spread his arms wide
saying this is how much I love you
as he died for her.
It is this kind of love my Beloved
that I know we will share.
but until then I will be Still.

Sincerely,
 Your Beloved.

A Long Way Off

We've all heard the story of the prodigal son more times then we can count,

Boy takes inheritance, boy tries to buy happiness, boy ends up unhappy broken and hits rock bottom,

Boy decides to return home and ask to be a servant,  Loving father welcomes him and throws a huge party.

Also some sibling jealousy thrown in there as well.

But there's more to the story then the Sunday school version we all memorized with the felt characters on the felt board.
Something that really struck me is this: 

. "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him." Luke 15 :20 

When he was still a LONG WAY OFF, God doesn't sit around and wait 'till we knock on the door with our head in our hands and as him to take as back, NO. HE RUNS out to us while we are a LONG WAYS OFF , while we are still lost and broken. BEFORE WE EVEN GET A CHANCE TO APOLOGIZE, he wraps his arms around us and embraces us . He RUNS OUT, he does not care that WE are the ones that walked away, He doesn't care that we SPIT in his face that we said he was DEAD to us with our actions and our words. He doesn't even wait for us to explain, He comes after us, when we are still FAR OFF, while we still STINK of pigs pen, he hugs us and holds us tight and walks with us back home.
Now that's Love.