Love. Is. It's. Own. Reward.
I am grateful that love is it's own reward. Love is a mighty big word. To love people is to celebrate with them, to forgive them, to believe in them. I love learning. I love my stuff, my guitars, my home, my pets. I love my family, my talents, and my need for love, because it brings me back to people, and to God. Love is it's own reward. If I know this, then forgiveness becomes a prize rather than a pressure. Forgiveness is a gift of grace, not something I can simply be determined to do, but it is a consequence of love. As I "press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God," I realize more and more that Love. Is. It's. Own. Reward. It's worth doing, and being, even if it brings more suffering than success. And God's name and God's nature is love. So to love the Giver more than the gifts He brings is the secret to a life worth cherishing.