Learning the lessons of love isn’t easy. Not the ones of true love.
The self-sacrificing, staying-power kind of love. The kind that forgets self and forges ahead, clearing a path for others – for the weak, the meek, the unnoticed and unlovely.
This kind of love is worth far more than a heart on the side of a coffee cup or the long-stemmed red rose. Its a love that requires all and is all-consuming.
Dreams are being redefined as this wild love of the Father takes hold, gripping my heart in an uncomfortable way. A way that says, “Change is needed. Change is coming”.
The dream I want to dream is His. The dream I want to live out is the life He died to give.
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