I’ve found so much comfort in God’s word these past few weeks. Through the difficult loss of my grandfather (and some completely unnecessary ugliness that accompanied it), through daily stresses and struggles, through bewilderment and anger, I’ve found verses coming to mind over and over.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have 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 do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 in particular has been speaking to me. Without love – without the love of Christ – behind all I do and say, it means nothing. More and more the truth of that has been revealed to me, and I think it will be my focus verse for this next year.
I am so thankful today for God’s Word, and for those who have labored through the millenia to bring it to us.