Read 1 Corinthians 13 on love this morning. I'm so convicted and challenged by this: "But now remain faith, hope, and love: these three. The greatest of these is love." I don't love, or if I do, not much and not well. I understand things like duty, responsibility, consideration, and restraint. I even cling to faith and hope, asking for more of these in my longing. But love? It's like a hot stovetop burner I've learned not to touch.
I have a long way to go, and I need to let myself be carried.