1 Corinthians 13:1-10 (New King James Version)

The Greatest Gift

 ¹ Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. ² And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. ³ And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,^[a] but have not love, it profits me nothing.
⁴ Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; ⁵ does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; ⁶ does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; ⁷ bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
⁸ Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part. ¹⁰ But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

Obviously there are different types and levels of love.  I love my husband in a different way than I love my children and I love my children different than I love my friends and yet my heart is filled with love for each. 

All of my Children have different LOVE LANGUAGES.  Each of them expresses love in a different way and each want love in a different way.

G1 is 13, so of course he doesn’t want to love on you the same way he did when he was 2.  He wants your time and attention in the things that he loves.  He LOVES baseball and can tell you amazing facts about baseball.  Seiously this kid memorizes books and books of baseball cards that he is collecting.  He has tons of cards from all eras of baseball.  He wants you to listen attentively to his facts. 

G2 is 12, he comes in EVERY DAY and typically it is FIRST THING in the morning when he wakes up, and gives me a hug and kiss and tells me that he loves me.  Every day when I hug and kiss him back and tell him how much I love him, he says, with a smirky little grin on his face, “Do you love me more than the others” and I reply “I love you all the same, I can not pick who I love more”.  I was telling him about being pregnant with him and having G1 and wondered how you divide your love but as soon as he was placed in my arms, it was as if my body grew a 2nd heart and I had the same amount of  love for each of them.  It was also, as if my heart had been placed in my arms.  I know he won’t understand until he has a wife and they have a child together.

G3 is a TEASE.  He loves to get me.  I will go to hug and kiss on him and he will say “I wiped it off” or “I love you but I love Daddy a little more than I love you”.  I say “WHAT” and will tickle him or hold his hands so he can’t wipe it off, kiss him and count to 10 really fast and say “I counted to 10 and it is so deep you can;t wipe it off”.  If I look sad and say “Are you trying to make me cry, he will run over and hug and kiss me.  He is more attached to me at night.  If we are sitting watching TV and he is getting tired, sometimes he will come over and cuddle up and fall asleep up against me. 

Miss G4 has been a Mamas girl since the moment she was born.  While in the hospital, I could not get in the shower, she would wake up crying.  My Mom was there for a few hours while my husband was with the 3 boys.  Once he got them to sleep he was coming back to the hospital to switch off with my Mom.  The night before I had been there all by myself but I didn’t get much sleep, she wanted to be in my arms all the time.  So, I nursed her, got her sound asleep, while rocking back and forth, slowly transferred her to my mom’s arm.  I waited a minute to make sure she stayed asleep then jumped in the shower, and 2 minutes into my shower I heard her sobbing, so my much desired long hot shower was once again cut short.  She has started getting really attached to her Daddy-O (as she calls him) , in the past few months. 

My children can disappoint me but my love for them will never go away.  It would be like cutting my own heart out.  And to think that My Savior loves my children and me more than I do.

Amazing Love –how can it be–My Saviors Love
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?