God is Love.

God is Love.

God is love. He is love when the beggar boys come for food each evening, and I think about their mother’s missing them. He is love.

God is love. He is love when I hold a sixth month old baby with malaria who weighs less than a newborn. He is love.

God is love. He is love when two poor friends are talking, and one encourages the other with stories of God’s faithfulness. He is love.

God is love. He is love when my daughter steps on a thorn and looks to me for comfort and I open my arms. He is love.

God is love. He is love when my son is teething, or when he gets a fire-ant bite. He is love.

God is love. He is love when the mangoes ripen and we have a fresh source of vitamin C. He is love.

God is love. He is love when my husband has man-flu and falls asleep with our guests here. He is love.

God is love. He is love when my son begins to scoot, and finally reaches his ball. He is love.

God is love. He is love when terrorists are on the loose, when evil seems to prevail. He is love.

God is love. He is love when we get a care-package, a parcel bursting with thoughtfulness. He is love.

God is love. He is love when the deaf boy with cerebral palsy can’t say why he is in pain, but his mother smiles and holds him. He is love.

God is love. He is love when the wind blows from heaven, and nothing can stand against it. He is love.

God is love. He is love when the animals grow thin, and when the sacks of rice are emptied. He is love.

God is love. He is love when I lay on my husband's chest. When I fall asleep to his heartbeat. He is love.

God is love. He is love when the poor call to Him, when the oppressed cry for help. He is love.

God is love. He is love when the orphan lays down his head, when the widow looks at old photos. He is love.

God is love. He is love when I’m far from home, when I’m tired and peaceful. He is love.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah, God is love.