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Hard to Love

Years ago I asked the Lord to use me as an instrument of His love.
My heart was so full my only desire was to let it spill over in the lives of those who starved to be loved, those who have never had someone love them unconditionally.
 I never in my wildest imagination realized there would be times when loving others could be so hard.
Hard when I watch others sit in the misery of their circumstances.....
Hard when I hear their words of self pity and constant negativity.....
Hard when I see them push away every good thing our daddy God is putting in their path to help them overcome.
Hard when I witness their defeat in life by their own choosing.
Hard when I see them turn a deaf ear towards words of encouragement .....
Hard when they choose to live in past hurts and pain instead of healing and grace....
Hard when they deny the love of their daddy God.
My heart just breaks a thousand times over for them....
Sometimes the pain I feel is excruciating for the one I am standing for....
Physically and emotionally.
Sometimes all I can do is cry.......... 
Never the less, I asked my daddy God to use me, to shine His love into their lives, to stand in the gap for them, to believe when they themselves can not and he has over the years given me the desire, will and strength to do just that.
My pain is never in vain.
Revelation 21:4
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
There are times I just want to grab them, shake them and scream " OPEN YOUR EYES!!!"
" Look at the love he has placed in your life."
" Look at the unconditional love He is giving you!!!"
However to love as Jesus does and be the instrument I have asked to be, I must love as He does.
Love with a quiet gentleness, with a peace and sweetness that covers them not screams at them.
I have learned for me to love like Jesus I have to see them as Jesus does.
I have to look past their reactions, their words and see their pain.
I can not interfere with their free will any more than Jesus interferes with mine.
I am to stand for them in His grace....
His mercies.....
 His love that never waivers....
Regardless how hard it may be, I am to stand and love.
Many occasions when I am weary and want to give up ....
My daddy God reminds me.......
I, too, have times when I can be hard to love and by His grace He has placed those in my life to love me through those times.
People are least lovable when they need love the most.....
I am so grateful for those who see past my reactions and words and love me in spite of myself.
It is the love of the Father shining through them.
Nothing we do can ever separate us from His love.
 Romans 8:39
39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Use me as an instrument of your love Lord............
Hard to Love~
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace
Where there is hatred, let me spread love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
Where there is darkness, light
Where there is sadness, joy
  Lord make me an instrument

Linking With: My Daily Walk In His Grace


  1. wow..this post touched my heart deeply...often I pray, Lord, touch my heart with what touches Yours.Reading this I found myself agreeing as my goal in life is, like yours, to offer UNconditional love. When you speak of how deeply your heart was grieved when people would not receive that love...I know you were experiencing EXACTLY what God feels, multiplied infinitely.
    BUT..He has asked us to offer this unconditonal love..and it is not up to us what people do with it...I have to tell myself this to keep me out of the deep valleys of grief.
    God LOVES the way your beautiful sensitive heart demonstrates to others what His love looks like.
    May you know DEEP JOY in your ministry.
    Mary, New Zealand.

    1. Mary,
      Thank you for such wonderful encouraging and sweet words!! Many many blessings to you as you too continue your road of UNcondtioanl love to those around you!!


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