I was speaking with a friend earlier today... a bit of nostalgia on my heart... when the phrase "Loving when it doesn't make sense" came to my tongue.
and I thought that felt appropriate for Christmas.
We make much ado of Christmas, and the miracle of Jesus' birth.
And we make much ado of Easter, and the final moments of Jesus' sacrifice.
But somehow, we often skip over the part in the middle -- the part where He shows us how to live and how to love.
and perhaps "Loving when it doesn't make sense" is what describes it best.
When it's hard.
When it defies logic.
When everyone tells you it should look like something else.
When there's no reason for it other than the tugging on your heart.
When it's outside the norm.
When you're tired and you just don't want to.
When no one understands.
When you're afraid.
Maybe those are all the moments that we're supposed to love and to love recklessly.
Maybe that's more of what I want to be.