Love. A small, four letter word that countless individuals throughout history have tried to grasp. Many scoff at the sound of it. Ask someone what they believe "love" is, and you'll hear things like "when you really really really like someone" or "that pie-in-the-sky feeling that's unattainable." Some have been smothered with love, while others hate the concept of that kind of affection.
What is it about love that one group of people would sacrifice almost anything for it, and the others would sacrifice anything to make sure it keeps its distance? Why is it that we use the same word to describe our affection for "beer & hot wings" with a spouse, family member, or God? Does it demean the word and make it common rather than special?
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
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Reflections of a Ransomed Soul contains the words of a young man who's been regenerated and redeemed by God through His Son, Jesus. You'll come across joy, sorrow, laughter, tears, clarity, and confusion--whatever the post may be, it's me being honest.