Why is it so hard to change perspective? I get stuck in an idea or the idea gets stuck on me, and my eyes refuse to see the world as it ought to be. Then for a brief second, I step out of my shoes and I realize how oblivious I’ve been to the truth. I’ve been selfish.
It is patient and kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeing, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. It does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
It is love.
