love story.

i finished story today. it was a really good book.

things i learned about love:

1. love is sacrifice.
>the lover sacrifices for his beloved. and vice versa. in God's case, it was the ultimate sacrifice as a lover for us, His beloved, to send His son to die for us just because he loved us that much.

2. love is a mystery, and it doesn't make sense.
>if you try to explain it, does it truly make sense? if you can define love, explain it, or make it sound reasonable, can you say you actually experienced it? can you tell yourself why it is you like that particular person so much? now, can you explain Jesus, define Him, or make Him sound reasonable? He became man just because of love. true love. for us. to die. for us. to live again. for us. to be a savior. for us.

3. love is joy.
>1 Peter 1:8 - you love Him even though you have never seen Him. though you do not see Him, you trust Him; and even now you are happy with a glorious, inexpressible joy. "if the story of Jesus is true, then hope has been reborn and can never die. ... as ... facts of Jesus' resurrection became established, His friends were filled with unbelievable confusion, hope, wonder, and joy." if the story of love is true, then hope has been reborn and can never die. ... as ... facts of love became established, its friends were filled with unbelievable confusion, hope, wonder, and joy. inexpressable joy.

4. love is a story.
>love is a story between two people. it's when the two separate stories intertwine into one for a little while or a long while. love is the story between God and me. between God and you. love is the story of Jesus' life, his death, and his rising again.



im leaving with this song, not the hymn, but the other version.

come ye sinners, poor and needy
weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready stands to save you
full of pity, love, and power

come ye thirsty, come and welcome
God's free bounty glorified
true believe and true repentance
every grace that brings you nigh

i will rise and go to Jesus
he will embrace me in his arms
in the arms of my dear savior
oh there are ten thousand charms

come ye weary, heavy-laden
lost and ruined by the fall
if you tarry till you're better
you will never come at all