text and photo by Elizabeth Burgard Fulgaro © 2020
If today were to be my last day, let it be filled with Your love. Not the lesser, faulty, assumed-to-be-always-warm-fuzzy-and-fluffy human love, but Yours. Always honest. Always forthright. Always true. Not pushy or forceful, but there lived before all. In words and deed. Led by You. Not me. Merciful Compassionate. With loving-kindness towards all which sometimes is warmth well received and sometimes requires an edginess or that which is uncomfortable for the listener but needs to be spoken anyway. Rarely in anger and not ever to create fear or shaming. Never in hate. Always in love. Truth, which at its essence is equal love for all presenting itself. Visible. Though perhaps misconstrued or misunderstood. Or perhaps the one who hears not yet at a place where what is spoken can be heard. Perhaps imperfectly communicated. Perhaps some interference in the way (which can be on both sides)—spiritual, emotional, from past experience and birthed perspectives. Or perhaps an outright spiritual enemy assault.
Love must however remain if it is true in Christ even if at the moment it is misunderstood.
The Holy Spirit knowing the how of this because though there are basic principles—each situation is different. He knows. We don’t. For love we listen (to Him for His instructions). For love we seek to discern. For love of Him to obey no matter the personal risk or cost.
For such a time as this.
In the years to come they will look back and see the path we were on which our steps connected to make, often at this moment. The overview will be out of our view for now. Worship, pray, listen, obey is the God-given life rhythm. Worship, pray, listen and then obey unto love, unto loving. By the Holy Spirit. Working through our obedient submission, openness and readiness. In what we think is big, but most often in that which to our childlike minds seems small. For love. His. Always.
If this were to be my last day, let it be filled with the love of the Lord our God. Not mine. But His flowing through because I am emptied and being emptied more. (The process hurts!) This because I am adamant, I am a mere branch and must remain one, which is attached to my beloved Vine, Jesus, in my dailiness and in the exceptions. And all along the way, in most every season the Master Gardener (who is My Father) prunes me.
This is also love unto loving more. His love. Growing on the branch. Because of deep and deeper attachment to the Vine. Because of His vibrancy, life and truth (which is true love) flowing through. Producing. More of His fruit to supply a starving world. Never with my love, but His.
Lord, if this were my last day, and even if it is not—how would You have me spend this moment so the vibration it sends forth into a famished universe is love for You and love for them, which is perfected by You through Christ for Your glory, because it is for the salvation of the world? For love. For the sake of each one. In this place. In this moment. You are here. And You know the way for this moment. For today. Thank You, Lord.
1 Corinthians 13:1-8 (AMPCE)
1 If I [can] speak in the tongues of men and [even] of angels, but have not love (that reasoning, intentional, spiritual devotion such as is inspired by God’s love for and in us), I am only a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
2 And if I have prophetic powers (the gift of interpreting the divine will and purpose), and understand all the secret truths and mysteries and possess all knowledge, and if I have [sufficient] faith so that I can remove mountains, but have not love (God’s love in me) I am nothing (a useless nobody).
3 Even if I dole out all that I have [to the poor in providing] food, and if I surrender my body to be burned or in order that I may glory, but have not love (God’s love in me), I gain nothing.
4 Love endures long and is patient and kind; love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtily.
5 It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly. Love (God’s love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong].
6 It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail.
7 Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening].
8 Love never fails [never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end].
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Elizabeth Fulgaro is a wife, mother, writer, inspirational speaker, worship leader, composer, singer & recording artist. She is also a Certified Financial Planner, Accredited Financial Counselor and Financial Coach (FFC) with a heart for helping people know and encounter God more.
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