More Than a Feeling

This is not the kind of love that fades with the sunset,  

Not the kind that flinches when storms get loud—  

This is the kind that stays when silence stretches,  

The kind that bleeds and still says, “I vow.”

Surface love says,  

“I love you when you shine.”  

Divine love says,  

“I love you through the shadow and the climb.”

Surface love wants the highlight reel.  

Divine love walks through the valley.  

Surface love posts the perfect pose.  

Divine love kneels in Gethsemane.

It’s not roses without thorns.  

It’s not fire without refining.  

It’s not covenant without cross.  

It’s not love without dying.

Because divine love—  

It died once,  

And lives forever.  

It forgives seventy times seven.  

It weeps, it waits, it wrestles.  

It builds altars, not just memories.

So I choose the deeper well.  

The love that doesn’t just feel,  

But heals.  

The love that doesn’t just thrill,  

But fills.

I choose the love that looks like Jesus.  

Not just in passion,  

But in purpose.

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