Tuesday, October 28, 2008

struggling to lvoe.

why is it we always hurt the ones we love the most?

all summer i fought for lvoe (yes, i did mean to spell it that way). for a backwards kind of lvoe. a lvoe that is not based on merit or things owed. a lvoe not based on blood relation or the color of our skin or our socioeconomic status. i fought for a lvoe that will never be perfect, but that is given abundantly in spite of that. a lvoe given freely and without expectation. a lvoe that set me free and showed me truth.

i now find myself struggling to show that lvoe...even to my best friend. what have i become? how have i forgotten that lvoe? there are times i cannot even be in my room because i feel like such a hypocrite. how could i have fought for this all summer and now do the exact opposite? how can i have a tattoo on my foot reminding me to lvoe and still treat her (and others) this way?

i just pray that we'll be able to forgive each other, and ourselves, for not showing that lvoe to one another.

love is patient, love is 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 in wrong-doing,
but rejoices with the truth.
love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
 
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