And love

Writing this and smiling sheepishly because I’m writing

I read a Stack post that said,

“Stop trying to write like a serious author. Loosen up, make a joke, break a rule. Start a sentence with ‘and.’”

So here it goes.

And love endures with patience and serenity, according to 1 Corinthians 13, the AMP version.

I pondered, what is serenity?

It is a state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled.

Can I say love endures with patience, calm, peace, and safety ?

in anger, in shame, in pain,

in disrespect, in poverty,

in disgust, in disappointments,

when triggered?

And love endures all things.

It is the choicest grace.

If grace is unmerited, then love is right ?

These are questions for a conversation I hope to have with you someday, maybe under an oak tree, by a lake, or in a cozy café somewhere.

Not so soon though — I'd be patient.

Ps: You are listening to “ Wind of glory to slide in” by Abbie Gamboa & Upperroom 🤍