Love and the hope of heaven

I was thinking about changing my blog name from "Learning to Live", to "Learning to Love". I am not sure I have time for both. And loving seems the most important biblically. I am alive in Christ already, whether I feel like it or not. Loving is really, really hard. I am not even completely sure what it is yet. Speaking of which, I have been pondering what these verses mean the last couple of days, Col 1:4 For we have heard of your faith in Christ Jesus and your love for all of God’s people, 5 which come from your confident hope of what God has reserved for you in heaven. Why would our confident hope of what God has reserved for us in heaven cause us to love? That is so weird to me. Unless we love everyone in their imperfections (including ourselves) now because we know we will all be perfected in heaven? Or we don't worry about people loving us back because we know everything will be made right in heaven? I can see serving and obeying God because of what He has reserved for us in heaven, but loving? I am sure God will explain it to me sooner or later.

This was the only other thing I have written over the summer.

I told my son that I know he has not learned to love God with his whole heart yet and the parts of his heart that don’t love God make him weak. I realized that is the same with all of us, young or old. It is the parts of us that haven’t learned to love and trust God yet that the enemy uses against us...

Blogging Again

I was trying to wait until September, but I just went over to Darla's house and helped her with her blog a tiny bit and it got me itching to do something with mine. I have missed blogging. But as you can see from my previous post, I didn't have much good in my heart to share with you anyway. Hopefully the fall will be more inspirational. :)

summer

This has been a hard summer.

Both of my sisters moved away.

My wonderful kids were always home.

So, I had no time to myself.

I love time. I am still too selfish with it.

I have had to believe by faith that God loves me,

Instead of feeling it flow all around and over me.

That has been the hardest part.