Truth in love. How real is that? For me, the truth is either obvious and commonly accepted or a source of contention best buried inside and kept to one’s self.
The truth is, I’m jealous. The truth is I am angry, my pride is hurt and I’m frustrated that I’ve been this way so long. As I look at the object of my envy, I long so much to be brilliant, valuable, funny, adventurous, creative, spontaneous, intelligent, forceful, strong and independent. The more I stare at her seemingly, carved-ivory perfection, I feel empty, carved out and caving in, but I am never able to simply collapse and rest.
As I sat praying about all this, I heard the Holy Spirit say, “Abby, none of these things are the fruit of my spirit. How do you plan to cultivate these things without my favor?” The Spirit also began to speak to me about love. Specifically that I am called to speak the truth in love (Eph. 4:15) and that love is NOT jealous, self-seeking, rude, easily angered or bitter. (1 Cor. 13)
Next, He began to whisper short, sweet sentences to me:
– Love covers a multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8)
– Speaking the truth in love rules out giving someone the silent treatment
– Bear with one another in love (Col. 3:13)
– Perfect love casts out fear (1 John 4:18) Even fears of caving in, of being empty.
Sometimes I have wondered why Paul insisted that faith and hope remain with love. I have to hope that Jesus will be faithful to create His love in me.