Love…is more than sexual

Love…

Phileo/Philia, (friendship or brotherly), Eros (sexual or erotic), Agape (Divine and without conditions)?

Which?

What comes to mind for me is the 70’s song by Minnie Ripleton, “Loving You” (because you’re beautiful"), who accompanied Stevie Wonder on the road. The track happened almost by accident, its origin lying in a melody Riperton would sing as a lullaby to her baby daughter. She had a five-octave vocal range, which inspired this melody as Riperton would oftentimes be heard singing as a lullaby to her baby daughter. You can listen to the track simply by googling her name & song title.

Now on to my point …

We have lost so many of our “loved ones” during the past pandemic year and many people are allowing this sadness and grief to linger on into the possibility of any kind of hope for the future.

Remembering our love ones and our wonderful interactions with them while they were with us, is indeed cherishing their ‘precious memory’, but allowing the lingering grief and sadness will robs you of your focus and faith; faith and focus that is filled with God’s promises and provision.

Sometimes this focused grief, can even cause one to neglect and take for granted, the ones that we interact with every day! (or should be interacting with)

Psychologist says people tend to "value the memory" of a person, more than the "actual" person.

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Let’s talk…

Consider all of your past interactions connected with that person that has transitioned…was it:

Meaningful? Impactful? Tolerable? or Self-Serving?

God tells us that if our actions are not motivated by His love, they are ‘worthless’, even if they appear to be ‘worthwhile’; because love endures all things and never fails.

Sometimes you can just miss the memories of the person, and not the actual person.

Let's cultivate God’s love in our living relationships, and move into a new year, blossoming with faith, hope, and the love that endures all things…the greatest being…love. (Agape)

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.