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SWB: Love wins

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1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

A few days ago, a friend reminded me of a bumper sticker that was somehow connected to Rob Bell's ministry a few years ago. The sticker reads, "Love wins."

For the past month, there seems to have been several points of conflict that I'd wished and hoped away. I tried to fix them, fret over them, and eventually I remembered to pray over them. Some situations require that I take a few steps back, stop rehashing them and simply pray over them when they come to mind - instead of worrying over them.

After the book tour came together so well and with a decent attendance for our small city (about 200 people), after I was given an apology that lifted a burden I'd been carrying and attempting to fix from my end, after a sunny fall day and walking in the crunchy leaves, and after a hand written card from my dear friend Sue, I'm reminded that eventually, always, even when you've given up hope... LOVE WINS!

That promise is the bread I will hold this week, even in uncertainty, conflict and challenge that is always just around the corner. Love wins.

PS. It is amazing that I have such dear friends in my life - thank you for being the people that exemplify the statement that love wins!

A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Comments

Mel said…
Awwwwww.....friends rock--and love wins!

I need to make myself a pin that says it that simply.

LOVE WINS

Excellent.
Thank you.
Tara Lamont said…
You rock too Mel.

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