Love. Is. Kind.

The older I get the more I realize how unkind I can be. I'm actually blown away by how unloving I have been. People like to think that loving someone is in part measured by our intentions. I've heard the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Love is not measured by intentions. Intentions didn't take Jesus to the cross. Action did.

I suddenly realize how little my actions resemble love. My intentions have always been good. Even filled with love. Rarely, however my actions have. I tend to be quick and sharp. I've allowed this world to shape me into a tool. One that is jaded and hard. Pointed and sharp like a broken piece of glass. I cut to the touch.

My heart swells with regret and desperation. That's what Jesus does inside of us. He swells us with love. He digs deep inside us, nestles down and then pushes out. My heart swells with love and its my responsibility to express that love, to share it. To freely scatter that love. To give it the opportunity to plant itself in someone else's heart.

Father, open my eyes and my heart to what you're doing in other's lives. Give me kind words. A gentle touch. Loving actions. Let my speech be full with purpose. Let my serving be full of praise. Let me be transparent father. Broken before you and confident in your grace. Remind me continually of your power in my life. Teach me to share. Break open my heart to your world Lord and let me spend every ounce of this life until I am empty and spent. Broken and filled.