What Is Love
From the mind of one who’s journey takes them on a quest to find the truth…
What is Love? From where is it’s origin and from what or whom do we see it in? Can one touch it, smell it, feel it, hear it or speak it? And how do we know we have it? How can we express it if we can’t tangibly discern it? Such are the questions that cross the platform of my thoughts and ride the rails of how far they race in the quiet stillness of the morning.
I’ve been taught since way back that the One who created us, created me…is Love. But how can that be when we have never seen Him? How does a being created by a invisible entity grab hold of something that is also invisible and believe in it’s ability? I tread carefully in my thoughts for fear of grieving the Spirit in my inquisitions for I have been told not to question Him…
But then why would He invite us to reason with Him? Why would He invite ME to discuss the matters that I question…with HIM? Is it so hard to believe that our all loving, all knowing and everywhere Father is willing to sit down with us in the secret place of our hearts and explain in details some of that which we…which I have difficulty in understanding?
Come, let us be real with one another, let us not hide behind some illogical fear of reaching out to the One who took portions of Himself to create the invisible parts of those He calls man and woman, sons and daughters. What is to gain from running and hiding behind the mask of ignorance derived from the ones who have defined our Lord as a fire and brimstone, heartless, and cruel being with no depth? How do we get answers if fear propels us to sit in silence and wonder, and ponder, and wear dark shaded glasses that prevents us from seeing the truth that is right there at our disposal if we just reach out to gain…knowledge?
And so I ask respectfully; “Mighty Elohim my Creator, what is Love?” And then I wait with expectation…
…and then I see in my spirit a vision of leaves moving ever so gently on the trees, just a whisper but enough to know that something remarkable had just occurred. I look towards a bush where a butterfly with vivid and bright colored wings lands on one of the thin branches, and watch the rapid rhythm of them as it moves from one area to the other. I remember in science class years ago when my teacher brought in snow flakes that had been frozen and gazing at those beautiful stills under the microscope, and from a far away distance remember hearing her say that no snow flake is the same as another…each one has it’s own unique pattern. I close my eyes as picturesque images and animation like a movie plays in my mind of a single rose in my back yard that grew from infancy to a mature flower, and remember that in a few days…it died. I remember how sad I felt that something so pretty and strong that started out upright on a wooden spike with thorns on it’s stem, was now gone. But then something happened a few days later that caused me to gasp in delight…out of the death of that one rose….several other roses began to bud.
Looking at the new creation brought a smile to my face as I witnessed this testimony, and I silently thanked the rose that gave it’s life to death so that these would have a chance to rise up. It brought joy to my heart as I appreciated and appreciate what was done so that I could stand in the moment, taking in all the beauty that came from the demise of the one…
…and then I think about another death that took place over two thousand years ago. I think about the torment that He endured, as if I was transported back in time and was there to witness the cruel actions perpetrated against this innocent Man. If only I could touch Him just for a moment, to let Him know that it’s not His fault but mine, that it should be me up there…but then I feel myself being gently brought back to today, to the here and now as I hear Abba say; “you wanted to know what is Love?” He asked me. I could sense His Spirit all around me as He continues in a soft voice full of compassion; “Tell me, what did you see? My death was not the end,” He whispered, “but a new beginning. I came here to teach you through those that came before you. I came here to live with you, to live in you. I came here because I love you. I gave My life because I need you to live, I want you to live. Death could not hold Me and it cannot hold you. I came back for you because I don’t want to spend eternity without you.
All that you witness was gifted to you to gaze upon daily, to remind you that I am very much real…from the breeze and wind that you cannot see, to the butterfly which for you is a mystery, to the snow flakes that show no end to My creativeness…and the rose whose spirit was resurrected and is still alive and lives on through each generation that derived from it…My child…open your eyes and receive, believe for My Love is made manifest inside of you. Take in My Limitless Heart and see Me, for what you were taught is true…I, AM Love.”
Tears stream down as I wrap myself in the cloak of joy that I feel in hearing what was said. At that moment Love seemed to illuminate all around me and I got the impression that He had stepped back to give me a moment to inhale His answer. I humbly bow before Him…my Anointed Savior and say…
"…my True Love…Thank You."
What is Love? From where is it’s origin and from what or whom do we see it in? Can one touch it, smell it, feel it, hear it or speak it? And how do we know we have it? How can we express it if we can’t tangibly discern it? Such are the questions that cross the platform of my thoughts and ride the rails of how far they race in the quiet stillness of the morning.
I’ve been taught since way back that the One who created us, created me…is Love. But how can that be when we have never seen Him? How does a being created by a invisible entity grab hold of something that is also invisible and believe in it’s ability? I tread carefully in my thoughts for fear of grieving the Spirit in my inquisitions for I have been told not to question Him…
But then why would He invite us to reason with Him? Why would He invite ME to discuss the matters that I question…with HIM? Is it so hard to believe that our all loving, all knowing and everywhere Father is willing to sit down with us in the secret place of our hearts and explain in details some of that which we…which I have difficulty in understanding?
Come, let us be real with one another, let us not hide behind some illogical fear of reaching out to the One who took portions of Himself to create the invisible parts of those He calls man and woman, sons and daughters. What is to gain from running and hiding behind the mask of ignorance derived from the ones who have defined our Lord as a fire and brimstone, heartless, and cruel being with no depth? How do we get answers if fear propels us to sit in silence and wonder, and ponder, and wear dark shaded glasses that prevents us from seeing the truth that is right there at our disposal if we just reach out to gain…knowledge?
And so I ask respectfully; “Mighty Elohim my Creator, what is Love?” And then I wait with expectation…
…and then I see in my spirit a vision of leaves moving ever so gently on the trees, just a whisper but enough to know that something remarkable had just occurred. I look towards a bush where a butterfly with vivid and bright colored wings lands on one of the thin branches, and watch the rapid rhythm of them as it moves from one area to the other. I remember in science class years ago when my teacher brought in snow flakes that had been frozen and gazing at those beautiful stills under the microscope, and from a far away distance remember hearing her say that no snow flake is the same as another…each one has it’s own unique pattern. I close my eyes as picturesque images and animation like a movie plays in my mind of a single rose in my back yard that grew from infancy to a mature flower, and remember that in a few days…it died. I remember how sad I felt that something so pretty and strong that started out upright on a wooden spike with thorns on it’s stem, was now gone. But then something happened a few days later that caused me to gasp in delight…out of the death of that one rose….several other roses began to bud.
Looking at the new creation brought a smile to my face as I witnessed this testimony, and I silently thanked the rose that gave it’s life to death so that these would have a chance to rise up. It brought joy to my heart as I appreciated and appreciate what was done so that I could stand in the moment, taking in all the beauty that came from the demise of the one…
…and then I think about another death that took place over two thousand years ago. I think about the torment that He endured, as if I was transported back in time and was there to witness the cruel actions perpetrated against this innocent Man. If only I could touch Him just for a moment, to let Him know that it’s not His fault but mine, that it should be me up there…but then I feel myself being gently brought back to today, to the here and now as I hear Abba say; “you wanted to know what is Love?” He asked me. I could sense His Spirit all around me as He continues in a soft voice full of compassion; “Tell me, what did you see? My death was not the end,” He whispered, “but a new beginning. I came here to teach you through those that came before you. I came here to live with you, to live in you. I came here because I love you. I gave My life because I need you to live, I want you to live. Death could not hold Me and it cannot hold you. I came back for you because I don’t want to spend eternity without you.
All that you witness was gifted to you to gaze upon daily, to remind you that I am very much real…from the breeze and wind that you cannot see, to the butterfly which for you is a mystery, to the snow flakes that show no end to My creativeness…and the rose whose spirit was resurrected and is still alive and lives on through each generation that derived from it…My child…open your eyes and receive, believe for My Love is made manifest inside of you. Take in My Limitless Heart and see Me, for what you were taught is true…I, AM Love.”
Tears stream down as I wrap myself in the cloak of joy that I feel in hearing what was said. At that moment Love seemed to illuminate all around me and I got the impression that He had stepped back to give me a moment to inhale His answer. I humbly bow before Him…my Anointed Savior and say…
"…my True Love…Thank You."
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