On the cross, He bore the arrows meant for us, keeping no record of wrongs, trusting, and hoping in the Father’s redemptive plan. To love as Christ loves is to be a sheltering presence in the lives of others, not out of fear or control, but out of hope, humility, and relentless grace.

To love without truth is to deceive; to proclaim truth without love is to wound. But when love and truth embrace, there is a quiet triumph, as if the very life of God were breaking into the world.

Love, true love, is not blind, nor forgetful. It remembers rightly. For love does not pretend that wrong was never done, rather it leads us into that place where wrong no longer matters.

Love walks into our daily relationships, marriage, friendship, or ministry, with a soul that is unhurried having no reactions. What if we received others not with the heat of assumption but with the curiosity of love?

It is a reversal, a small dying, and a sacred rising. Because in not seeking its own, love discovers something freer, deeper, more enduring than the self. It discovers and uncovers communion.

Honour, in the Biblical imagination, is rooted in recognising the image of God in another. It is not earned by behaviour or merit; it is intrinsic, bestowed by the Creator.

Boasting is the sound of an insecure heart clanging for affirmation. Love, by contrast, is content in silence. When I imagine this phrase contemplatively, I picture a deep, clear well.

Love, in its truest form, is not threatened by others because it knows the Source. Envy emerges when we believe grace is scarce. But love is grounded in the reality of God’s boundless generosity. Love is able to rest in the stillness of knowing: What God gives, He gives in fullness, not in competition. There is enough room at the table. There is enough light in the day.

The kindness of love is not confined to the grand gesture. More often, it is the small, unnoticed act, a word withheld to avoid wounding, a door held open, a cup of water offered without fanfare. It is the habit of making space, of choosing understanding over judgment, of seeing the sacred in the other. Philippians 2:3-4

To say that love is patient is not merely to suggest that love can wait; it is to say that love knows how to wait. It is to say that love enters time without anxiety. Love does not rush. Love does not force. Love abides.Ten years have passed, and his argument has remained my companion in thought, pressing upon me in moments of stillness.

Ten years have passed, and his argument has remained my companion in thought, pressing upon me in moments of stillness.

Ten years have passed, and his argument has remained my companion in thought, pressing upon me in moments of stillness.

But when He looked at me, there was no anger, no condemnation. Only compassion. His eyes were filled with a kindness so profound that it took my breath away. And then He spoke. “Daughter,” He said gently, “your faith has healed you. Go in peace.”