I have written about love in the past, but it has been heavy on my heart to write about it again.
I do not know where I fall on the religious spectrum. I was raised in a Christian household and primarily in the Southern Baptist Church. There were many good years spent at this place of worship and I am thankful that I experienced them.
There is a Bible verse that I would like to share. I feel that it is applicable and fitting for all regardless of how you feel, and where you fall on the spirituality home front.
1 Corinthians 13 1:
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.
Love is patient.
Love holds you when you need to cry and don’t know why. You person is still there even though you cycle through mania and depression every three months, that we all know it is coming, but we still hunker down for the storm, holding each other until the storm passes, and just simply love each other.
Love is kind.
Love is understanding when you have over extended yourself throughout the day. Being greeted at the door by the whole family upon your arrival home. The being asked how your day has been, listening intently and caring. This is pure kindness.
I want to keep writing as my brain is full of the idea for this post but I am really struggling My thoughts are very jumbled and typing is an incredible challenge (please forgive any typos). I am hitting all the wrong keys and this is causing tremendous frustration. I fear what the day may bring if this is the start.
I plan to share with my partner upon their waking about the struggles of the morning and I am sure I will be met with love and kindness. There will be no anger or record of the times that I came to him and asked for support.
Love rejoices in the truth. A big truth being, I know that I am loved every one my challenging days just like every one of my easier days.