Becoming Mo

Love is beautiful.

It’s a common saying, but it’s true.

I find myself listening to Love by Kirk Franklin, smiling… chuckling even, just thinking about it.

I’ve been loved.

I know what it feels like – and it’s strange that I can’t quite put it into words.

Love is friendship.

Love is partnership.

It’s that warmth you feel in your deepest parts.

That quiet peace that settles over you.

And then, when you’re at odds with the one you love, it’s that drowning feeling – heavy, unsettling, hard to escape.

Love is like the brightness of the morning.

Like the innocence of a baby.

I’m finding it hard to piece the words together, but one thing is certain: you can’t mistake it.

Some days, what keeps me going is simply the fact that I have experienced love.

That knowledge calms me.

And in a strange way, I feel grateful for it – for the confidence it gives, for the reminder that my heart knows what love is.

Now, this is human love – mortal, boy-meets-girl kind of love – and it’s still giving me flutters after a decade, even though we’re apart. (Yes, I’m thinking about someone in particular.)

So how much more God’s love?

Sometimes I struggle to fathom it, because when it comes to how much He loves me, what I feel doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface. It’s unimaginable. Scripture puts it this way:

“Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭139‬:‭6‬ ‭NLT‬‬
https://bible.com/bible/116/psa.139.6.NLT

With human love, we often say it’s not enough.

With God’s love, we sometimes doubt it.

That is undeniably sad.

Because when you truly know – when you walk in the reality of how deeply you are loved – you live differently.

You give differently.

You don’t hoard love. You release it.

Love changes the way you show up.

Love is beautiful.

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Maybe becoming is about resting deeper in the truth that we are already loved, fully and completely.

And from that place, we grow.

One seed at a time.