it's 4.30am and i'm thinking about the issue of love.
which was probably triggered when i read
mamak.
i was 17 or 18 when a friend asked me what i think love means..
so i gave the usual answer.. that love is romantic, or platonic or family.
i think i gave a huge load of theories about love or something
and my friend just replied, love is God.
honestly, back then, when i still wasn't a christian,
though i feebly mumbled my agreement, just to get my friend's approval,
i thought he didn't know better at all.
"Love is not just a subjective feeling.
Love is God sending his Son to die,
so that we might live, so that we might
know God, and so that we might love.
This perhaps is the greatest love story ever told."
now at 24, i'm thankful for being constantly reminded of His love.
especially moments like this, when i'm reminded of my old self..
this friend and i aren't really talking much at all now.
but if i do see him one day, i'll thank him for being one of the first few
to introduce me this love story.