There are only two….. love and fear..

Yesterday we had some prayers read in morning worship: one of them really struck me.

There are only two feelings.
Love and fear.
There are only two languages.
Love and fear.
There are only two motives, two procedures, two frameworks, two results.
Love and fear.
Love and fear.
Love and fear.

I have no doubt that life is more complex than this most of the time. I am the kind of person who has a plethora of emotions and thoughts going on, but this has really made me think. If I allow myself to simplify- it does come down to this.

How will I act- out of love, or out of fear? Will I reach out and risk getting my hand slapped, or worse, getting rejected? Or will I live out of the fear and never reach beyond myself?

Will I serve, without thought to reward, or will I fear burn out and doormat status?

Will I risk? Or live the safest of existences whilst rueing the life I never lived?

Two things: love or fear. I have a choice. Today I choose love.

Comments

Anonymous said…

beautiful... miss you jude. where are you?!

5:57 pm

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