the truth of love

When we fall in love, we enjoy the love, but we really love it, but we start as a mother.
I never thought that the birth of such a new life would have to go through such a dark prelude - the mother must be lonely and wounded, flowing through the dead. But love is just the beginning. Therefore, God did not allow a woman to pick a child under the vine like a fruit. God allows women to walk through the shadow of the dead, just as his son passed him.
God only entrusts his life to the love of birth. So, how do you explain this love?
Love does not need interpretation.
Love is to pay? Is to share? Love has no better explanation than love. When you try to explain love, you interpret the text, grasp the truth, but love is not in it.
Love is complete. Its integrity is that it is willing to break away from life and share it. Not only that, love can also crumple the feeding of life, and each of its crumbs is a complete crystal of love - this crystal carries the full definition of love.
Love is abundant, and when it is paid, it multiplies, and the more it is paid, the more love it has, and the cup of love is filled when the pouring of love continues.
Love is a gift. No woman can cross over into the river of life to build a child by drawing a little soil, and she can only receive it before God. So is love. If we can love, it is not our merit, but the grace of God.
Love is not always a way
Love can be angry, but not grudges. Love will hurt but not self-pity. Love sometimes nagging, sometimes silent. But if love is always hidden, converging, settling, and over time, there it becomes the Dead Sea, and no fish roam through it, nor even birds over it, and the earth dries up.
Love does not need to return, but asked to respond. Like a mother's love for her children, she doubles it, even multiples it in return, without any reward, and all she demands is to enjoy it.
Love is honorable, but may be ragged. The king of kings son ragged into the crowd, this is love! If not, how can the most humble person in the crowd be his friend?
Love is rich, but it can be poor. All are His, but He was born in the manger. Not only that, he also chose a lifetime of poverty - foxes have holes, birds of heaven nest, but he did not have a pillow!
Love is self-sufficient, but may beg begging for humble people. I really can not overlook the greatest begging in the history of mankind - a noon of the first century AD. Next to Jacob's well in Samaria, the son of the King of kings turned to a humble Samaritan woman for water ! What an incredible thing! All rivers and lakes in the world belong to him, but he sought water from a woman who was cast aside by the world! This is love, if not, how can a woman recognize the Redeemer she needs?
When dignity beg to humble, it gives itself to humbleness, and makes it humble and honorable.
Oh, how can I describe this incredible love? I translated the world classics, and finally found only one of the most authentic examples - the life of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Do not try to interpret this love with human reason! Love does not accept analysis. The more you analyze, the farther away from love. Love is not so logical deduction!
Love is a force, but it is weak and watery. Love is not self-defense, but always victorious. Of course, love can hurt, and if the injury can not detract from love, then the scar is the most glorious crown of love.
Love is a kind of life, but it is born in death. Where can I have such love?
Let us go back to Him and look for the ancient cross! There was all the answer to the love: the son of the King of kings finished the last journey in the world, wearing a crown of thorns - he wounded, bloodied, and lonely in the dead. On the cross, when the nails pierce his palm with the world's curse, eternal life rises above the horizon of death! The sea that holds up the sun is the sea of ​​love, and the blood that flows through the sea is his blood ... This is love.
In addition to him, I can not find the full definition of love.
Farewell to the twilight, love to the world left a weak declaration of victory - that is, his last words gently spit on the cross: "complete!