The Narrow Way

There are days when love feels like the heaviest part of the calling.
Not the warfare.
Not the sacrifice.
Not even the loneliness.
But the aching, holy task of loving people who never loved you back.

Jesus knows that pain.
He broke bread with Judas.
He wept over Jerusalem even as they rejected Him.
He washed the feet of men who would abandon Him within hours.
And still, He loved.

Because real love, God’s love, isn’t about being repaid.
It’s not earned.
It’s not owed.
It’s poured out.

Romans 5:5 says,
“God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit…”

This means you don’t love out of your own strength.
You love out of His Spirit.
You love beyond what makes sense.
Beyond what you’ve received.
Beyond what they deserve.

Because love like that heals rooms you’re no longer in.
Love like that stops generational cycles.
Love like that preaches louder than sermons.

But yes, it hurts.
It hurts to love when they lie.
It hurts to forgive when they don’t say sorry.
It hurts to bless those who wounded you.

But you weren’t called to safe love.
You were called to cross-shaped love.
Love that bleeds.
Love that breaks.
Love that resurrects anyway.

You might be tired.
You might want to give up.
But don’t you dare let your love grow cold.
That’s exactly what the enemy wants
a generation of revivalists with hardened hearts.

But you?

You’ll keep loving.
You’ll keep forgiving.
You’ll keep walking in the supernatural,
because you know the truth:
When I love like Jesus,
He’s the one holding my heart together.

And when it hurts the most,
that’s where the glory comes in.