Guided By Grace

That natural breath, the one you just took—it keeps renewing, from moment to moment, your life, as you know it.

To live “in Christ” is to live in a mystery equal to that which is the nature of life.  It is “in Christ” where we are united as One with Him.  When we accept Christ into our lives, He dwells in us as we were our own superior self.  It is through Christ that we are united with God by identifying our inmost self with Him.

From the moment that we respond with faith and charity to His love for us, a mystical union dwells within our souls.  A “new being” is brought into existence.  One becomes a “new man” and this new man becomes one identity through the spiritual awakening of Christ within.  The gardener of Galatia spoke of this to the minds of early believers.  This mystical union of being with Christ as one “new man” is the work of the Spirit of Love, or the fruits of the Holy Spirit.

The union of two natures in one person through Christ is a union that is perfect and indestructible, a union of God’s essence in one existing entity.  The union of a soul with God through Christ may just be a fortuitous union, but nonetheless it is more than just a moral union or an agreement of hearts.

The union of the Christian with Christ is not just a resemblance of fondness and feeling, a mutual agreement between thoughts and resolves.  This union carries a quality with it that some may see as radical, mystical and very much mysterious.  It is a mystical union in which Christ Himself becomes the source and the principle of all that is divine in you.

Christ Himself, breathes in you, divinely giving you His Spirit.  The ever-transformed mission of the Spirit to the soul that is in the grace of Christ is to be seen as a metaphor for breathing.  That natural breath, the one you just took—it keeps renewing, from moment to moment, your life, as you know it.  It is the grace of Christ moving through you.

The mystery of Christ, the Spirit, it is selfless love.  We receive Him in the “inspiration” of secret love, and to Him we give to others, the outgoings of our own charity.  A life in Christ is then but a life of both receiving and giving.  We receive from God, in the Spirit of His Love, and in the same Spirit of Love, we return our love to God through others.


Allow me a moment.

Lord, if I have this divinity inside me, what do the calamities of pain and pleasure, hope and fear, joy and sorrow, matter to me?  They seem to not be my life and they do have little to do with life.

Why should I fear a thing that cannot rob me of You, and why do I desire anything that cannot give me possession of You?  All of these exterior elements will come and go, so why should they intrude upon me?

Why does my joy excite me and my sorrows bring me down? And why should either of them make or break my day?

Why is life so attractive and death so dispelling if I only live in the life that You have so graciously gifted to me?

Why should I fear to cease to be what I am not when I have already become something of what I am?


It is the easiest thing in this world to possess the life and the joy in Christ.  All one has to do is to believe and love.  Yet people waste their entire lives in the trenches of industry, making sacrifice difficult to get things that make reality impossible.

This is one of the chief contradictions that sin has thrust upon our souls.  We have to treat ourselves with such violence just to keep ourselves laboring uselessly for what is vicious and without bliss, and we have to somehow compel ourselves to take what is tranquil and full of joy as though it was our last resort, because as a whole the path of least resistance leans into the ways of our greatest hardship and it is sometimes that what we are to do, is in itself, most easy, just may be the hardest thing in the world.

Amen.

-BeLove


I have no idea who these kids are but I’ll be damned if you all aren’t amazed by her voice.

Presence Of Prayer

What matters most in prayer is not to always be right and seek external forgiveness, but for you to carry a heroic heart filled faithful with grace and with love.

The man who does not warrant his spirit to be struck down and wounded by aridity and vulnerability, but who lets God lead him with peace through the wild, and desires no other support or guidance than that of pure faith and God alone, comes to find himself surrounded by the Promised Land.  He will savor the joy in the air within the union of God.  He will, without “seeing” a thing, have a consistent, comforting and mysterious awareness of the presence of God, acting upon all the events that make up his life.

The man who comes to find himself no longer afraid to abandon all of his spiritual headway into the hands of God, to put prayer, virtue, reverence, grace, and all of the other gifts within the presence of Him from Whom all gifts must come, will walk with peace in alliance with Him.  His peace is all the more sweet—because it is uninhibited from all care.

Just as the light of faith is darkness to the mind, is the supreme mystical activity of the mind and our will sharing prayer with His infused love.  There are times when prayer seems to us like inaction. This is why it is in the nature of our faculties to become restless with anxiety.  This is why sometimes our mind refuses to keep still.  It seeks to become the sole proprietor of its own act.   Just the thought that it cannot act according to its own spontaneous impulsion brings about it a suffered humiliation that the heart has to fathom.

As soon as there is any coherent indication that God is drawing the spirit into the ways of prayer, we ought to remain at peace in this prayer that is uttered with simplification, stripped of acts, our inner echoes wiped clean of images, while waiting in an emptiness of expectancy for His vigilant will to be done within us.   This waiting should be lacking anxiety and without a deliberate hunger for any experience that comes in close contact with our knowledge or memory, because any experience we feel we can grasp or understand would be shameful to the state in which God wishes upon our souls.

When the imagination (though it will remain active) no longer offers pleasure nor fruit, but only tires and upsets you even though it rests on the most attractive of natural things, it is wise to go get lost in the woods—to rekindle the imagination with God.  And it is then that you find peace layered in positivity derived from the fruits of resting in the expectation of God’s essence.  This is better than just sitting around persecuting your mind and your will with labors of vanity that try to finagle a few intimate affections out of them.

If you reflect to deep within your negative state, you will see your mind absorbed in a vast, ambiguous thought of God and your will becomes haunted, with a shaded and half-defined desire of God. These combine to produce in you the anxiety and darkness, which make eloquent and exacted acts seem so hard and futile.  And if you allow yourself to remain in this silence you may find that this thirst, this hunger that seeks God in the darkness, will grow within you and at the same time, although you find nothing that is tangible, peace begins to establish itself in your soul.

If and when praying, your mind simply departs and your will turns petrified—and you find yourself leaning upon a gate thinking about what you are going to have for lunch in half an hour, you’d be none the wiser to keep occupied with the definitive distraction of daily chores.  There is always the possibility of laziness lurking in the shadows of prayer.  This laziness will dress itself in the façade of a prayer spoken with simplicity, followed by degenerating into a sheepish sleep.  The absence of pure activity in no way turns you into a contemplative being.

This is a where a book has been known to sometimes help.  It is the Bible that most may use, but it can be a “spiritual” book of any kind to get you started in the sort of prayer where there isn’t much thinking involved.  As an example that caught my attention I have chosen the following scripture to share with you all.

Trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding.

Proverbs 3 : 5

When you find a paragraph or a sentence that appeals to your “state” of being, refrain from reading further and turn that sentence over in your mind and absorb it, and rest in its cosmic dance with the serene and effortless consideration of the thought, and not just in the details but as a whole, as something savored in its entirety—and so pass from this to resting in the quiet suspense of God.  If you find distraction running rampant, go back to the book—with the crucifix around your neck being held in hand—and read whatever sentences you see until the silence of His presence fills your mental prayer.

“a voice of one calling in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.’”

Mark 1 : 3

It is also out in the wilderness of these woods, alone, under a tree with nature as our only companion, where one comes to find distraction lacking.  The sweeping serenity of these swollen white peaks blanketed by Autumn’s first snow, painted beneath the sight of November’s waning moonlight—this is the beauty of Your nature—and it is enough to keep this prayer of mine riding the quiet interior “powder day” of Your peace and my desire for hours at a time.

The absence of activity in active prayer is only apparent.  Below the surface, the will of our mind is drawn into the orbit of a mystical activity that is deeply intense, which will flow furious into our being and bring forth eternal fruits.

There is no such prayer in which one does absolutely nothing.  If you are doing nothing you are far from praying.  On the other hand, if God is at the source of your bustling interior, the works of your faculties are beyond conscious judgment, and the results may not yet be seen or even understood.

Prayer is a simplified yet deep spiritual activity in which the mind and the will rest with a unified concentration upon God, turned inward to Him, intent within Him, and absorbed by His light, and as we gaze with adoration, as to say with silence towards Him that we have left everything by the wayside—no more expectations.  It’s just You and I, and I shall go with the flow within these channels of Your joy, that You so graciously placed in a conscious stream in front of me.

What one needs most in these journeys filled with darkness is an unwavering trust in His Divine guidance, as well as the courage to risk everything for Him.  In many ways the journey will sometimes seem like a foolish gamble.  And you may well ramble upon many mistakes.

Humility and obedient submission to the guidance of Christ will neutralize the effects of your many mistakes.  Even Christ himself wasn’t always right.  But you must trust in God, who writes straight upon crooked lines and extracts great goodness away from the trenches of evil.

What matters most in prayer is not to always be right and seek external forgiveness, but for you to carry a heroic heart filled faithful with grace and with love.  If God calls one to Him, and He subtly places a promise upon one with all the graces one needs to reach Him.  One will be blindly faithful to said promise.

Yours Truly—

BeLove


Author’s Note:

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Scenic Route

There’s a lot of optimism in changing scenery, in seeing what’s down the road.

Follow me this way

where just around the corner

waits a brand new day.

It’s love that litters a road

so gold that it forever glitters

upon the most humbled of abodes.

 

It is but a place

as infinite as space

where conversation lasts

in the silence along His path.

And time it rests with essence

while innocence glows fluorescent.

 

We then come to find it filled

with wholesome laughs

that burst with joy—

from the faith that spilled

upon our feet

and what awaits is but a story

written forever sweet.

 

Yet upon the map of midnight

it must be seen that hope

—will always shine

forever in our sight

and beneath these stars

we are filled with a vibrance

built by His creative balance.

 

And all He asks

is to love all so very true.

This is but the final task

to taste the fruits

grown from a tree—a tree called life

where it grows at the end

of this long and scenic route.

BeLove © 2018


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His Room

Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.

Proverbs 19 : 21

Twas but the time

Not a moment to soon

That I was to allow God

into my creative room.

 

Came was a feeling

only once before felt

it washed me all over

blessed by this composure I held

and as He stirred through my spirit

came a hint of his divine wit.

 

My bones they tingled

from my head to my toe.

My soul it mingled

with a spiritual flow.

 

For now it was His show

and what He had in store

was left to glow

in the essence of forevermore.

 

While His words

they moved through me

I felt my heart as it beat

all the way to the bottom of my feet.

For these fingers

they moved to meet

His presence with a certainty.

 

For it was all I could hear

from a voice so clear

that shall always linger sweet within me

beneath these heavenly trees.

 

The love these words spoke

will forever echo

through the eternity of a soul

leaving those that are broke

left forever whole.

 

And in the shadows of me

Your love it dances like dream

wherein the hallways of your heart

I move with His harmony.

 

BeLove © 2018


Those Three Words

We came. We saw. We loved.

There are three words

that need not any glue

they look nothing like blue

and neither do you.

 

These three words

can make a world go round

unless those that wish it flat

well they get turned upside down.

 

The three words

I’d like to speak of

shall sing like a morning dove

that flies from Heaven above.

 

Think of three words

that do not rhyme

lest it’s divine

then these words

they shall forever shine.

 

Feel these three words

that make you feel whole

while they warm up your soul

for the sound of sweet rock-n-roll.

 

Say the three words

that always ring true

and let them simmer within

while you put away that glue.

Now just allow them

to breathe all the way through.

 

So here are three words

I’ll put them upon this marquee.

So as I count to three

repeat after me…

 

Vini.

Vidi.

Amavi.

BeLove © 2018


 

 

 

 

 

 

Wrestling Fear

Perfect love casts out all fear.

1 John 4 : 18

As far as I’ve come, You and I both knew that at some point I was bound to stumble.

Yet aren’t You the one whom placed the root of this tree here upon where I slipped?  And are you not also the one who placed this limb behind me—that as I fell backwards—allowed my clasping hands to save me from tumbling?

And yes, I do understand that I’m the one at fault for allowing external distractions to consume my curiosity, instead of staying the course.  And it is of great regret that I let the presence of You escape me so this ego of mine could “mind its head.”

And yes when the demons came knocking at the door—I was the one who let them in, because every once in awhile loneliness does creep within the shadows of my sanctity.  Such is human nature, I should suppose with sentimental value.

So in my ignorance could You please pardon my negligent behavior?  And I know you had a Hand in helping me give those demons the boot as Your presence restructured the distracted recreations of my mind and once again I’m glad to feel You take root.  So allow me to thank You for being You.

When the grind gets the best of my mind, my whole being comes to be exhausted.  Then comes the adrenaline churning similar to an undertow of fear.  Meanwhile the demons strong-arm my weakened soul out of the way, searching high and low for somewhere to go.

But if I believe, and seek the Spirit, again I see You move Your mysterious ways.  And together as we ascend this mountain of my mind—things shall become clearer as the fog of this wilderness lifts on through.

So now as my soul and You have taken back the reigns and have carried me home safe and sound, my feet they fall from shaky ground, and upon your garden bed I read and this is what I found.

“And not holding fast to the Head, from whom the whole body, nourished and knit together through its joints and ligaments, grows with a growth that is from God.”

Colossians 2 : 19

My whole being breathes in a wind that wraps around my head, moving through my limbs and I fall silent within my heart.  My hand is on a door, which leads beyond.  The door swings open to an ocean of darkness layered with the light of prayer.

Is this how I come to be—this way—my simple instance of death.  I expect at any moment this starlit sky above so clear shall deliver a bolt of lightning upon my being. And are You to open a door upon this boundless wilderness and set these feet upon a ladder, reaching for the moon, and take me out upon Your stars?

Far above me I see the calming sky open up to a warming distance—the sun it seeks to kiss the horizon—waking me from my stumbled slumber.

I feel the aggravation of anxiety escape my being, bound for its own isolation.  It is the man that fears to be alone, who will never be a thing but lonely.  But the man who learns—through recollection and seclusion—to be truly at peace knows no loneliness.

I do prefer the hidden reality of You upon this four-cornered room of my mind these days.  It is true that this relationship between You and I thrives in these silent conversations held within this Calvary of mine.   It is in its stillness where the questions I have long sought, are being answered through the Spirit passing through.  And now I know there is no such thing as fear when listening deeply for wisdom within You.

So allow me to cast out is this fear.  Fear, it squeezes the life out of Your love, narrowing the hallways that lead to my own heart.  It takes from the power I should give myself through You and it withers away at my capacity to truly Love through You.  So I beg for Your mercy, and to please, so soon shall you shake me of this fear.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of it’s own.

Matthew 6 : 34

You are the Tree and I am but a seed fallen from You, and yes I am happy to be growing in Your light.  But You and I both know tomorrow marks two years to the day that You pointed this pen between my fingers in the direction of You—but let us not speak so fearless yet.

I do know it is within the ambiguities of “doing good” that I must have You and myself wholeheartedly convinced of my own uprightness and goodness.  So please let’s You and I continue this work on winning the war within myself before all else.

And just as the sun rose beautiful on the Second day ever, the sun with it’s stunning light peaks through.  I take my eyes off the past and bend my hopes and dreams towards today.  A smile You created dawns on me, and as a wolf howls distant—once again I have found peace in Your presence. And let it be noted that I can’t thank You enough for all that You do.

-BeLove


A Prayer Wild

The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the song of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit.

John 3 : 8

High noon has long passed and I can feel the winds of twilight move through my soul.  I imagine it moves through me much the same as He moved through the first evening of creation.  The freedom of desolation that pours from my heart comes to find itself filled with His Spirit, and once again the Holy Ghost and I walk together beneath a setting sun leaving even Him smitten.

I stare in awe at the pastel lit sky and speak silent again.

As the darkness approaches, please allow me to bask in this higher light of you before I lose myself in this wilderness I call home.  I know that within You there is a light that I have yet to fathom, because there is no known knowledge of the light you truly exude upon a lost soul.  Yet what I feel seems so very real.

I understand that what you truly offer cannot be pinned down to any certain concept that I have complete knowledge of.  I do know that within the scripted garden of Your Word, I feel a peace within me I never knew existed, and for that I can’t acknowledge you enough.  It is also through the potency of prayer that I am starting to touch my dreams with my own two hands.

The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the song of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit.

John 3 : 8

And as my hands cinch together with dovetail technique, I wish to truly encounter You as this darkness washes over the landscape of me.  In the simplicity of You, I see a light that isn’t bound by a medium in which channels us as one.

For there is no explanation of You, when the experience of You is all that I need to feel as You quietly testify Your love for me.  We are one; we have always been one, even though I didn’t see that until recently, and for that I hope You carry no hard feelings.

Yet it is in the union of Your light and my soul that I see a path start to clear; with You leading the way to the aforementioned Promised Land with the Spirit Of Christ in tow. The Son, Your only Son, that You suffered with grace through sacrifice—not just for You and I—but for all souls.

And for that I truly hope that all understand the truth in the meaning of sacrifice, because I don’t think that most have a firm grasp on what it means to truly sacrifice.  After all, everybody wants to go to Heaven to see You but nobody wants to die.  But let us speak on a deeper level of the Paradise that awaits further down this road.

It is in the simplicity of You, where all that is trivial in this life, becomes coherent in the uncharted waters of pure bliss.  It is in us that You have chosen to dwell and as for those of us who understand the simplicity of Your presence, let us forever imitate the Love of You. Whether that is via avenues of creativity or through the worship of your Gospel when testifying to You moving within us depends entirely upon which room you decide to carry us into.

But for those who don’t understand the depths of Your Love, please prepare them for the beast at bay, because you know as well as I do. Actually you know better than I do.  He is sitting back waiting to howl, scoping the battlegrounds, hunting down the hate—with none other than the presence of Your Love pouring into his heart.

And yes it is true, that in the sight of You, I know my purpose is trivial, but it is my purpose, You put it there, so as I have fallen so many times before, You have picked me up, and placed me where I needed to be.  I plead with You now to allow me the time, the inner peace, and the fashion to allow You to move through me in Your own way.  As I am awakening in You, and You in me, let us turn each other inside out, making this emptiness fill itself with the wisdom of Your vision and the purity of You—while giving them all a glimpse of Your cosmic dance.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Jeremiah 29 : 11

Yet the fact does remain that You invite us to forget ourselves on purpose—to cast upon us a dreadful gravity that ascends upon Your wind and join You in the dance.  And now I see that it is our one true and upright purpose to continually seek You in all aspects of life.  And because of that I will forever testify in Your name.  And I thank you for showing me the light looming in this wilderness of me.  Amen.

Yours Truly,

BeLove


Pursuit Of Salvation

In purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love; in truthful speech and in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and in the left.

2 Corinthians 6 : 6-7

What exactly is salvation?  I believe that salvation has such a multidimensional theme that it is hard to nail it down with the hammer of simplicity.  So instead of going in depth with the multitudes of meaning I am going to focus on the one that I feel holds steady with the message that I am trying to deliver with these words.  The salvation that I speak of welcomes the gift of a new heart, accompanied by a newfound spirit when speaking of Love.

It is insistent that Love holds supremacy over all else in the spiritual life.  Love is supreme over knowledge, austerity, contemplation, and prayer.  Love in fact is the spirit of life, and without it all the other movements of the spirit, however lofty, are emptied of substance and become mere illusions.  The more lofty these movements appear to be, the more dangerous the illusion.

Love, of course, means something much more than mere sentiment, much more than token gestures and obligated generosity.  Love means an interior and spiritual identification with one’s self, as well as, all other souls, so that no one is regarded as an “object” to “which” one “does good.”

It is a fact that good done for someone, as in regards to an “object” carries little to nil spiritual value.  Love looks at all souls as one’s other self, and loves all with immense humility, discretion, reserve, and most important reverence, without which no one can presume to enter into the sanctuary of another’s subjectivity.  From Love such as this, all authoritarian brutality, all exploitation, and condescension must be one hundred percent absent.

The difficult magnitude of truly loving others is easily recognizable in today’s society and that difficulty is never minimized—yet nonetheless it is scrutinized.  It is hard to love others if love is to be taken in the full sense of today’s rigid viewpoint.  Love demands a complete inner revolution—for without this we cannot come to identify ourselves with other souls.

We have to become, in the complete sense, the person we love. And this involves a sort of death of who we were, a slaying of our own being, or better yet an assassination of our ego.  And sometimes no matter how hard we try, we resist the slaying of these demons—we fight back with resistance, with anger, with demands ands ultimatums.

We subconsciously seek any convenience to break away and escape the difficult task.  But in the end when we have finally shed the labels of our old selves the Love of God will reign supreme in our soul.  And from there even the sky becomes limitless as to the capacity of genuine Love.

We must love them both, those whose opinions we share and those whose opinions we reject.  For both have labored in the search for truth and both have helped us in the finding of it.

St. Thomas Aquinas

It is time to conclude this post, but not without a new sort of prayer.  A prayer created with collective thought.  Let this be a new sort of communion between all souls.  It is at a point where the inner development of man is in grave danger of losing all spiritual inheritance and it is my hope that some may be able to recover the uprightness resting in their inner being from this prayer.  Let us call this “The Prayer of Transcendent Freedom.”  This new prayer must arise out of the imminence of Love’s mercy.

As we are soon to walk away from these words, let us be aware of the Love that unites us in spite of all of our real differences, and that of emotional friction.  All of the these things at the surface of us, are nothing compared to the reality in the depths within us, the reality of Christ moving through our Spirit as we speak, and the reality of God’s Love coursing through our veins at all times, whether those times are good or bad.  Because in the end we are all creatures built by Love.

And now as I try and speak something that moves from the depths of my heart, I ask you to concentrate on the Love that is inside of you, that which is in us all.

Dear God,

All souls are one with You.  It is You who have made us one with You.  You have taught us that if we open our hearts to one another, You will dwell in all of us.  Please help us to preserve this Love and to fight for Love with all of our hearts. Help us all to realize there is no such thing as understanding if there is mutual rejection.  Oh God, by us accepting one another wholeheartedly, fully, and completely, we accept You, and we thank You, because we adore You.  We love you with our entire being, because our being is in Your being, our spirit has its roots in Your spirit.  So fill us then with Love, and let us always be bound by love as we all go our separate ways for the day, united in one Spirit that proves Your presence in the world.  Which shall make all witness the reality of Love that is You.  You are Love therefore Love is King.  Love will overcome, just as bearing witness to You within, we find salvation, and salvation is Love.  And Love always wins.

-Ryan Love


Made Of Love

The spiritual meaning of love is measured by what it can do. Love is meant to heal. Love is meant to renew. Love is meant to bring us closer to God.

-Marcus Aurelius

All souls are cut from the same cloth—woven together with a fabric spun in goodness—tied with the thread of God’s love.

This is no myth, but we may not always understand how he threads us together until we find ourselves drowning in a sea of doubt. It is when we are drowning that he sends a vessel to pull you from the toxic waters of fear and disbelief.

As we adjust to Love’s warmth under the blanket of redemption, we start to awaken inside. We feel the seed begin to blossom that He planted in us while in the womb of our mother.  And from that moment on, we feel our inner being billow through our mind, body and soul—growing free like a tree.  Now let us talk about the foundation of Love.

The foundation of love is the will to let those that we love be a perfect version of their true self. It is the tenacity not to twist them to fit our own image, but the image in which God envisioned when He made them. If in loving someone, we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them:  we only love the reflection of ourselves that we see in them.  This is not the grace of God’s love.  This is not the kind of Love God has intended for anyone.

Love is something that in the beginning stages we do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going.  What we must recognize with Love is that the possibilities and challenges that are offered must be embraced in the present moment.  And to hold on to those moments with courage, faith, and hope, but most important, is to be grateful for the graces that God has laid upon your path.

Love is spiritual in nature, because true Love at its roots is born in the spirit of being.  Love is not something that is anxious—love is patient. Anxiety is a mark of spiritual insecurity.  Patience is the mark of spiritual development.

Love seeks one thing only: the spiritual adoration of the one loved.  It leaves all the other secondary effects to take care of themselves.  Love therefore when allowed to perform at its highest experience is life’s paramount reward.  It is the most satisfying reward of the adoration of Love, found in the light of Christ moving through your spirit.

Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.  Anyone who does not know love does not know God, because God is Love.  In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent His only Son into the world, so that we may live through him. Beloved if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.  No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us.

1 John 4 : 7-14

For the man who is seamless in love, he feels the love of God move through him.  In this he is able to experience within him, the presence of the Father, the source and giver of love.  The Son, who is the image and the glory of Love, and the Spirit, who is the communication of the Father and the Son in Love.

From the time we start feeling the mystical reign of Love every day, Love for Christ becomes more intimate, love for each other becomes more understanding, our love for those who are poor, without love, becomes more compassionate.  From there the purpose of one doubles, and becomes the life’s work of two.  And the time we spend with the audience of God is our work’s most precious time.

To be grateful is to recognize the Love of God in everything He has given us—and He has given us everything. Every breath we breathe is a gift of His love, every moment of our existence is a grace, for it brings with it immense graces from Him.

Gratitude therefore takes nothing for granted, it is not something that is unresponsive, and instead it is a constant awakening to new wonders and praises of the goodness of God. For the grateful person knows that God is good and that Love is King, not by hearsay but by experience.  And this is what makes all the difference.  And for this I am grateful.

Love after all, transforms the loved into the lover.

– Ryan Love