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God IS love

I have really been under attack spiritually lately. With my blog especially. I have struggled very much in the last few weeks about it. Now I see it for what it was, the enemy distracting me. I have felt like whatever I have to say will be laughed at, won't be good enough, or will lead people to see God the wrong way. I think that has been very apparent in my blue bunny bucket post. I felt completely out of my element. I don't know what I'm doing, or how I should be doing it. God gave me some truth today in a form of a sermon. One I needed, even though I didn't realize I did.
The battle you face, has to be bigger than you. So that the whole world will know God is bigger than it. Well this blog is it. It's bigger than me. I have shared some things in the past that God put on my heart to share. I have really enjoyed all of the testimonies that you all have shared with me. Now I would like to blog about the things that God is showing me, or working in me. And the devil can just sit down.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1Corinthians 13:4-7.
This has been on my heart lately. I once heard that if you found someone you wanted to marry, you should put their name where the word "love" is. (ie Brandon is patient and kind; Brandon does not envy or boast, etc) Funny thing is, my husband fits that just fine. He fits the biblical description of love. I hit the jackpot with him.
Just for fun, I put my name in place of love. Well it wasn't fun for long, because those words don't describe me. Which means I don't describe love.
What I just realized recently, is that while love is all of those things, it's also a choice. You have to choose to be patient and kind. You choose to not be envious or boastful. That's not something that just happens to you. At least not for me. It's not in my dna makeup. I really wish it were. I realize it is in some peoples dna to be all of these things, and that's God's gift to you. It isn't as natural for others. I'm excited that God is bringing it to my attention, because that means He's about to do a work in me. For me it's a choice to get up and love my husband that day. It's a choice to love other people. And it's also a choice to love God. Some days it's so easy to make that choice. It's natural. I'm in love, and all I want to do is spend time with God. Other days, I have to choose to be in His word out of obedience. For me, the more I show love, the easier it becomes TO love.
God chose to love too. He did it perfectly of course, in the form of Jesus; His one and only begotten son. He didn't have to give himself for us. He CHOSE the cross.
My best friend (JA rules) told me to read the 'Five people you meet in Heaven', by Mitch Albom. Now, let me quickly say that I do not believe for half a second that this is what Heaven is like. It's not biblical. With that being said, it was a nice read, with a nice point that we are all intertwined in each other's lives. In the book, a lieutenant dies saving other people. (don't worry this is not a spoiler)While explaining that, he said "That's the thing. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else." How incredible! Jesus was the sacrifice. He gave his life, to pass it on to us. He IS love. And He offers the gift of Himself to you. But you have to choose it. And by choosing Jesus, He will make me more like Him. And that's beautiful.

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