Remember tough love? What a misnomer. That's the only kind of love there is. As much as we would like to think otherwise, real love isn't birthed over candlelight dinners and valentines. Thats romance and its wonderful, but we make a mistake when we confuse it with love, because real love is birthed in the bitter places of life, between the rock and the hard place. Real love is what keeps one hanging in there when it appears there is absolutely nothing in it for self. Real love goes the distance. It endures loneliness, suffering, betrayal, misunderstanding and persecution. It does what is right for the other person, regardless of the cost to self or reputation. It really does bear all things.
I Corinthians 13:13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.