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Love and the expressions thereof

It has been a while since I penned my thoughts down. I really have been meaning to type up a post but my state of mind has been in shambles. I haven't even been able to read a book without getting tired or having roaming thoughts.

I lost a dear brother towards the end of last month and the news hit me so bad. It wrecked me emotionally, psychologically and even spiritually. It took some time before I could even pray. I think I was angry at God. I still don't understand His ways but I trust His faithfulness.

We rise stronger. We bless God that he is with Him in a place where joy continually exists.

That said, I was inspired to write this blog post not just as a result of the feeling that is attached to this season- Valentine and love. Instead, the amazement  I feel at the depth of love I have towards people spurred me on.

I do not exactly tell people I love them or even how deep my love for them is, as love is an overused term in our society and a member of the opposite sex may misinterpret my intent.

Sometimes though, I feel like I do not show people exactly how much I love them.

For indeed there are proofs of love that validate  the confessions of love. Even in the Bible, Jesus points out obedience as a proof of love- "if you love me, keep my commandments"(John 14:15).

Gary Chapman in his book "The five love languages" discusses five core actions people interpret and take as proof of love.

These languages are ;
1. Words of affirmation
2. Gifts
3. Acts of Service
4. Quality time
5. Physical touch

Of the aforementioned languages, I think I speak Acts of service the most.

What love language do you speak?

My heart expands with love for people daily and I struggle to show them how deep the love runs. I have discovered that I have issues communicating my love via words.

And many times, the people I love require no act of service. It makes me then wonder if they believe or even see my love for them. 

Can there be love without proof? Can there be true love without proof?

I'm working on speaking the various love languages to my loved ones, as much as I can. I hope to get better.

For being my supporter and reading my blog. Thank you. I love you very much.

Happy Valentine's day!

What is your love language and how much of it are you speaking?

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