Dear friends, let us love one another, because love is from God, and everyone who loves has been fathered by God and knows God.
1 John 4:7 NET
So to the calmly gathered thought
The innermost of life is taught,
The mystery dimly understood,
That love of God is love of good;
That to be saved is only this,—
Salvation from our selfishness.
J. G. Whittler
The Spirit of Love, wherever it is, is its own blessing and happiness, because it is the truth and reality of God in the soul; and therefore is in the same joy of life, and is the same good to itself everywhere and on every occasion. Would you know the blessing of all blessings? It is this God of Love dwelling in your soul, and killing every root of bitterness, which is the pain and torment of every earthly, selfish love. For all wants are satisfied, all disorders of nature are removed, no life is any longer a burden, every day is a day of peace, everything you meet becomes a help to you, because everything you see or do is all done in the sweet, gentle element of Love.
In the same way, let your light shine before people, so that they can see your good deeds and give honor to your Father in heaven.
Matt 5:16 NET
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time—
Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s wintry main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,
Rather than in silence shrink
From the truth they needs must think;
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
Help me to know that my shadow cannot fall without me, and that my footprints cannot be found where I have never trodden. I pray that thou wilt make me so familiar with the right path that it may be mine to have the privilege of leading others to the right places.
Thank you for making me. Thank you that you love me despite my bad thoughts, despite my bad behavior, my anger, my lies, my failures. Thank you that you listen to my every word, no matter how dark or woefully unworthy of you. Thank you that you love me, even though my heart is black. I want to see the truth, live in the truth, not the dark. See the brightness. But not for my pleasure — not so I can feel good and then forget. There’s something far brighter and better than my little soul can handle, and I throw my soul away on nothing.
I don’t want to do that. I will forget — I will screw up. But the truth will not go away. Help me to always find the truth. In books, in words, in music — however you want to show it to me. I’m deeply selfish and always out for myself, but that’s a bad way to live.
Help me to see you, and not myself. Help me to never give up. For you, and not myself. You’re brighter than the darkest of days. We’re here for you. We should be here for you. We owe you everything. You gave us breath, then made a way for us to be rescued when we descend to madness. You love us more than anything. It would be the best thing in the world for me to live how a human was created to live. The true way. I’ll fail a million times. I’m failing as I write these words.
I’m sorry. Thank you that you love me. I’ll try to love you. I’m sorry if I fail.
~ Mona M. Hanna ~