Love

Love. So much meaning in one word. For a number of you, the thought of your spouse or boy/girlfriend permeates your thoughts. Maybe your kids rise up to the front of your attention. For others, it is their love for Jesus. For some, this word brings a rush of euphoric emotion. I imagine this word, love, brings a combination of all of these thoughts rushing into your mind.
Over the last couple months, I have been on the journey of love. Yes, love for my AMAZING girlfriend. But more recently, a love for others, for the least. This is a huge process for me.
I want you to slow down the speed racer pace that often comes when one reads the thoughts of others. Think about who the “least” are in your life. The truth is that the “least” in my life will look very different than the “least” in your life.
I have a buddy who loves, and I mean loves in the most tangible ways: homeless people. This friend of mine would rather sleep on the streets with homeless people then in his own bed. He’s done it! For him, the least are not homeless people. For me, if I were honest, the homeless are. It would be a very stretching measure for me to spend a night curled up next to a homeless person.
God has been showing me practical ways to love them. The least in my life. God is showing me practical ways to rest in Jesus. To love them. He is showing me every day that love is practical. It is not easy all the time, but it is stretching. I am being stretched. God is teaching me to rest in the love of Jesus so I can more fully love others. So I can more fully love the least.