Here's a living, breathing example of love.
It walks in when everyone is walking out.
It takes the hand of a lonely, frightened person and breathes reassurance into their hearts.
It's the form of a wife, bending over a sick husband, softly and tenderly saying goodbye.
It surprises us, catches our breath, and makes us wonder and rejoice over it.
Loves moves in, takes us into the darkest places, lighting a candle of hope, shedding light about us.
It reaches down and astonishes our hearts, causing us to believe again.
It is freely given to us, and so we must mete it out in the same manner.
Freely, genuinely, and with hope.