Crazy Love

I remember in my senior year in high school my English class had a final presentation where each student gave a 5 minute speech on what they thought life was about. (pretty deep stuff for high school). People talked about purpose in life, career, family, seizing the day, living for something, religion/God, fulfilling dreams, future goals, and all the good stuff. When it was my turn, I cried... in front of my class... in front of my peers. I was vulnerable, not for the sake of being open, but because that was the only way to truly convey what my heart wanted to say. I couldn't hold back tears when I declared my life was about reaching out to that guy who hides by the pool at lunch. I couldn't stop my runny nose when I shared that I wanted to see that lonely girl getting picked on find true friends. I couldn't stop my whimpering when I said it breaks my heart to see broken families. I couldn't stop myself from saying that life is about living for others.

The whole ordeal was really awkward (especially afterwards). It's definitely not the norm to see a high schooler cry like a kid in front of class. But I didn't mind because it was not planned, but spontaneous. It wasn't a show, but a display of my soul.

Crazy love is loving when you know you can't. It shakes you to the core of who you are because it goes against human nature itself. In a world that promotes individuality, the mirror is man's best friend, and when he is told to shatter the reflection and step out, the feeling is foreign and unwanted. Secretly, we like being trapped in the house of mirrors, caught in the labyrinth with no start or end because it's comfortable. But when the mirrors become transparent and we are told that the carnival is over, reality hits and we don't know what to do with all the unfamiliar faces.

I know I can't, but through Jesus Christ and His love for me, I can love with an unconditional love - not asking for anything in return - loving freely. It doesn't matter if I plateau spiritually. It doesn't matter if I'm down. It doesn't matter if my pride gets crushed. It doesn't matter if I don't get very far. Because if even through that I can see somebody be lifted up and fall in love with Jesus, then that's enough for me - that's all I want to see. True joy is not about the smile on my own face, but seeing the smile on others' hearts.

J - Jesus first
O - Others second
Y - You last

This joy is crazy.

Crazy love.

Add the proper preposition. There is only One who is both with and without.

Crazy in Love.

God loves His people so much. Love overflows and washes away all fear. It is kindness that leads to repentance.

I want to be crazy in love. God. people.

People have pains, hurts, and brokenness. To alleviate the weight, we might "lift up burdens" to one another. It has some kind of affect, but then I realize it's still there. The reason why it seems to work but doesn't is because it's only an imitation of lifting up burdens to God, our heavenly father - the only one who can right a wrong - the only one who is in the business of changing hearts.

I'm standing in the middle of still waters.

It breaks my heart. I can't stand it. In fact, it hurts even when I lay down. Fetus position. Heart wrenching. Gut spilling. Body quaking. Mind bending. Soul stirring. I need to see change happening. I want to see a river flow, not a dead pond. But even the times when nothing is happening, I'll keep on trusting and I'll keep holding on because I know with God it's possible. I don't see it right now. I don't feel it right now. But I'll look at His perfect record and see that His love is unfailing.

Dive into the sea of forgotten love.

I wish my splash can stir up and awaken others to love.

Just as His 'splash' allowed me to love.

Remix #3: Remixed: to love others more than myself.