To Love, to Be Loved

God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we’re free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ’s. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.

We, though, are going to love—love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first.

If anyone boasts, “I love God,” and goes right on hating his brother or sister, thinking nothing of it, he is a liar. If he won’t love the person he can see, how can he love the God he can’t see? The command we have from Christ is blunt: Loving God includes loving people. You’ve got to love both.

"Good or bad mentors will stretch you in ways that are uncomfortable, but you will be surprised and grateful by the results."

You make me brave
No fear can hinder now the promises You’ve made

humansofnewyork:

"One day a crazy looking homeless guy came to the door, and we were about to close the door on him, but my mother saw him and shouted: ‘Hey Eugene!’ She knew his name! Then she ran around the kitchen putting all sorts of food into tupperware, and brought it out to him. After he left, we asked my mom why she gave him so much food. She told us: ‘You never know how Jesus is going to look when he shows up.’ She was always saying that— it was a spiritual thing. Then you know what happened? Two months later, that same man showed up on the door step, clean shaven, and wearing a suit. And he had an envelope with money for my mother. ‘Ms. Rosa always believed in me,’ he said. I’ll never forget it! Eugene was his name."

My goal is to one day publish all of my saved drafts

duhdoydorothy:

one of the hardest things about growing up is when your friends are spread across the country and everyone is busy and on different time zones and no one has money to go fly here or there.

hahaha AHH!!!!! SOOOO CUTTEEE!!!!!!
humansofnewyork:

"Who do you love most in this world?""God.""When did you find it most difficult to love God?""Childhood.""Why during childhood?""Because I always wondered why things happened to me.""How long did you wonder why?""Until I found God, then I knew why.""Why?""Because people aren’t bad, they’re sick. And sick people do bad things."