When I was a little girl, my mom used to read me The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams. Only after years of being loved into shreds did the stuffed rabbit become real and alive. The tattered ears, the dangling eyes, the worn body meant love had happened there.
Love changes us, after all.
But it never happens without a cost, for there is always a high price to pay when you truly love.
By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers. 1 John 3:16 [Read more…]