love like a mustard seed?

now is the season

of celebrating love

as i think about

love for my husband

love for my sons

love for my family

i ponder God

the facets of His love

the privilege of loving Him

to me

God and love are inseparably twined

after all

i am only capable of love

because of His love

in me

i love

i do love

i love God

i love those near me

i even love strangers to some degree

yet my love is so imperfect

it falls short in many ways

it's forever incomplete

i fail to allow God-love to consume every area of being

forget to converse with Him

neglect to read His word

i even willfully choose to embrace

what He has told me to shun

i slump into ingratitude

make choices based on self's desire

snap at my men

shut my eyes to needs around

instead of being a portrait

of God's perfect fearless love

in a warped twisted world

i become part of the wreckage

yet i have faith

that the perfectly loving God

who planted the seed to this God-love in me

will continue to transform me

until the love i wish to embody

is mine

after all

i do love

even if it is imperfect

and perhaps love

like faith

has great unexplained power

even in mustard-seed size

thinking about Matthew 17:20, parts of I John (especially the end of chapter 4), and Philippians 1:6