mikao's world

this thing called love is an odd and yet strangely ordinary thing, conceived by God. yet for us, so fleeting and often merely temporary. how can we be created in His image, yet experience love this way? maybe it's not true love i'm speaking of… just false love. How i wish false love did not exist, living would be so much more easier, simpler, less problematic.

like a butterfly, never able to fly a straight and preconceived map. we blow around, billowing, flapping, fluttering in the winds. never sure what will come next. will it be peace or hatred, ecstasy or rage.

joy, happiness, delight, elation, bliss, harmony, serenity, gladness. we want so desperately yet still they remain out of reach.

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
- 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a

oh show me, Father, what love really is.