The love languages of God to me??

Many

In tongues I can’t speak yet

In tongues 8’m noy rven aware of

They allow me to

Be imperfect

Becuase what i see as imperfections are beauty in another languge

My rolls

My scars

My fears

Are my own knit

And i was knit in love

So each mark - first seen as a blemish, is part of my own special tapestryy

To love it  

To love me

All. Raw. 

Is to understand a language of love from god

God saw the need for me. As i showed up

As I show

up

Made with inentuon 

Intentions hold hope

Hope holds knowing of needs and fulfilment gapped 

That gap, i fill

I’m filled with love

To fill this world with love

Im a need fulfilled, in love.  

So.  The love language of God, to me? 

Its me. 

To have a spirit, a body, a life, and to know it. Love

Love

Love

Love is the language of freedom 

Love, found, searched for, embodied, multiplied, planted, shared, nourished, whispered, heard, yelled, sung, desired, surrounded, gifted, freely given, love is the light. Love is the holding place, the holding hand, the tailored gift, the grace, the extra, the just enough, the just becuase, the fuel, the fertilizer, the reason. 

Hearing in love, seeing in love, trusting in love shows the truth I know understand, and will embrace as understanding, that Love, in all its forms is how God speaks. In languages that are private, and broadcasted, Love holds, me, us. Trust, in love, that even when I can’t speak the language yet, Love is, still. Love is moving. Love is here. 

So where Love is, God. Love is God. Still, moving, here.