Early this morning, I was pondering love.
Not just love, but how it is that we love.
Does it seem odd that we never run out of love to give?
Speaking as a parent, I know the feeling of having and loving an only child.
I loved him greatly—immensely.
Words could not have adequately expressed the magnitude of my love for him.
Then, I gave birth to a second child.
Without taking any love whatsoever away from my first child, I instantly loved my second child.
God gave me more love to give.
It’s not just about parental love, though that is strong.
The longer we live, the more people we meet.
The more people we meet, the more people we love.
No matter how many precious lives God allows us to care about, there is always–always–an abundant store of God’s love that is transferred through us.
This is true even as we begin to love groups of people—-serving the homeless at a soup kitchen or helping those who are hurt and displaced after a disaster.
The capacity to love grows as the need to love others increases.
When I think of it, I can compare this growing of love to a rose bush.
As we begin to love others in our lives, it’s like a bloom develops on a branch as new love grows.
Person by person, bloom by bloom, love bursts forth in color, proclaiming the greatest of emotions, never lacking and always abundant.
The Bible tells us in 1John 4:8 that God is love.
Could we love anyone, anywhere, if God had not given us love to give?
Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.
—1 John 4:8