What is love? No, not the song by Haddaway.

The silence of the night provokes lots of thoughts in my head. Love is selfless, love is unselfish, love is kind, love is patient. Yet we are incapable of perfect love. Right at this juncture I still realise there's someone I love, very dearly in fact, even though I've been dealt the largest pain by her. I do not hate, I do not feel angry, but yet this love is incomplete, because I still envy, and it makes me worry, furrow, and be impatient (over nothing).

Yet, looking at the life of Jesus, I cannot but marvel at His love for everyone in the world; past, present, future. A love so perfect and unselfish and complete, and not just on one individual, but on the ENTIRE human race. Yet here I am, incapable of even perfect love on ONE person.

I am so undeserving of anything. Not her, not God's love. And yet grace is given unselfishly to us. I really need to lean on God more, as I feel so helpless and tiny amongst the infinite that God is, that I cannot even do one simple thing right, but instead I am feeling emo, worrying, unhappy over nothing.

What can I do but pray, unceasingly? || posted by Kuan Hui