I’ve been thinking…
I wish I had never heard the word “love.” Love is God. And, yes, I know God, but he knows by my heart that I love him. He knows by my actions. Love’s sweet name is Jesus. It is God. I don’t want to use the word “love” ever again. The world has taken away its true beauty and meaning. I love the Lord and I will tell him. Perhaps I will tell my relatives.
But isn’t love beyond words? Why should I tell someone “I love you” if they can’t already see it in my eyes, or experience it through my actions, or feel it when I touch them? So many people have said that they loved me, but it was news to me, because I had never experienced their love before. And if I hadn’t experienced their love, then they did not love me.
Why should the most powerful force in the universe be given a title or a name other than “God?”
Therefore, I don’t want to know the name given to the feeling or the knowing.
Is one less sick for not knowing the name of the disease?
