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.”