Love Letters


1 Corinthians 13:1-7   If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes always preserves. 

I love receiving letters in the mail. It began when I was young. My grandmother sent me weekly handwritten letters updating me on the events happening in her life, two states away.  She encouraged me as a newly married woman and inspired me to love unconditionally. I looked forward to her letters and my heart would leap when her beautiful envelopes would arrive in my mailbox.

I followed Grandma’s example. Every week my children received a handwritten love letter when they were away at college. I updated them on local news, encouraged them and most importantly, I let them know that they are loved unconditionally.

The Bible is God’s letter to you. He has so much to tell you – so much advise – so much encouragement – so much unconditional love!  Love is mentioned 310 times in the King James version of the Bible. 131 times in the Old Testament and 179 times in the New Testament.

Thursday is Valentine’s Day. Hand write a love letter to someone special in your life. It will mean more than any store-bought card or box of chocolates.  However you celebrate, know that you are loved by an amazing God.

1 Corinthians 13:8-13  Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain; faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 

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