This past weekend I had the honor and privilege of doing a reading at my dear friend Christy's wedding. I was asked to read the ever beautiful 1 Corinthians 13, you know the one, "love is patient, love is kind." Now soak this image in. It's very rare that my hair is brushed, I have on make-up and I'm in a dress all at the same time. I reread this chapter this morning out of my NKJV bible and love when the Lord reveals something new to me right when I think I've learned it all (which happens to be a lot so I need to get over myself). v4"Love suffers long and is kind". I stared at the verse for what felt like an eternity. But I stared at v5 even longer, "does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil." Guilty on all charges. Why do I think that because I love and am loved that I will not suffer or be the root of someone elses suffering? And who am I to be complaining? No one in the history ...