Love is patient, love is kind.
Like all the times I change my mind right after making up my mind and instead of being furious you pause…to wait for me to say “I’m sure this time.”
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
Like when I complain about people at the intersection asking for handouts and you stop anyway to put money in their jars because if it weren’t for God’s grace it could be us standing at that intersection.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Like when I mess up and say something mean; or I doze off in the middle of a movie; or I say I’ll wash the dishes but don’t and you still kiss my forehead before I fall asleep.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
Like all the times you have every right to defend yourself, but you don’t because you’re better than that. And all the times things that bring you to your knees keep you there…in prayer.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Like when you get bad news in the morning, but you’re still smiling all day. Like when a business venture goes sour and you have a plan B. Like when you say you’ll do something and you really do. Like when you say it’ll be okay and it really is.
Love never fails.
Like when you tell me you’re not perfect, but you love me and for me, that’s as perfect as it gets.