Perhaps you’ve felt love isn’t quite enough. I could meet you there, and we could weep that the strongest of bonds so quickly becomes the weakest of links.

Love in this world is such a poor representation of what love was designed to do.

Love waits. It’s patient. That’s just what it does. But it seems that while the world was spinning and broken hearts repairing, love in this world found itself a timeline. A clock and an order as though love should have a clock, a timeline or an order. As though love were black and white and not every color this place could conceive.

Just wait, hold up. Stop all this running and sit down a little while.

I’d remembered all those years I sat there waiting. And now tables turn quick like the tides, and in a few short months I’m supposed to be decided. I’m supposed to know love as an answer and not a journey. I’m supposed to find answers and not rest in patience and guidance.

Love isn’t a simple, black and white decision.

Love doesn’t kick the slow ones out the door, or the broken ones to the curb. Love doesn’t push; it leads. Love breaks its back on the burdens humans carry and bleeds blood and tears and sweat in its good, pure work. Love waits years and decades, not weeks and months. Love dances without bounds and weeps without frustration.

Love is not of this world. And if we have looked at love though this world gives it, we most certainly look in the most absurd of places. Love in this world is such a poor representation of what love was designed to do. Be patient. Wait. Have courage. Find peace. Live through this and we can live again.

Love letting go just doesn’t make sense to me. I heard He had to turn His face once or twice before, but didn’t He always go back? And I suppose love in this world must let go, it’s just difficult to understand after experiencing love of another kind.

Once I’d experienced the love outside this world, I only hoped I could bring that same kind of love to the table {I’d have waited a lifetime}. Because the love of this world couldn’t come close, not even near the love of a Savior who will wait a lifetime for me, and a lifetime for you. I suppose that’s why we’re told to cling to that hope. Cling to His kind of Hope. His kind of love. Because when this world lets love go, He most certainly will not.

Perhaps you’ve felt love isn’t quite enough. I could meet you there, and we could weep that the strongest of bonds so quickly becomes the weakest of links. And then we will recall the greatest love that could ever be ours won’t quit. He won’t stop. Because the love of the Savior, beyond comprehension, is not of this world.