Flowery lives complete with the pretty speech does not mean depth of heart and soul. Flowery does not mean love.
"If I have not love. . . "
I am a flowering plant that bears no fruit. A display with no eternal impact. A sight that does nothing for wounded hearts and gives no answers to the seeking.
It matters not what color or vibrance exists in the persona or lifestyle. There is no measure based on amount of blooms, exhibited for the approval and admiration of man. For that is all that is--props on a stage. Behind the scenes, in the drudgery and lonely and monotonous and failures is where it matters.
It is in the grey of every day that the most color dwells. Unseen by all, marked by the One from Whom nothing escapes notice.
Productivity may start to yield even in the shallow depth of show. Yet, when produced for the purpose of impression, productivity halts and goes no further than the beginnings of maturity.
Even the colorful life will begin to fade when lived for other than the King of Kings. A life lived in solo power loses purpose and edge in impact of the world in eternity. Only one lived from the power of the life of the Vine flowing through, will sustain and yield more beautiful purpose than thought possible in the human mind.
What begins as promise, ends in stunted growth for the life that did not drink the depths of the Water nor soak in the nutrients of the Creator. The roots went as far as the world, their extension missing the wellspring of life that is the bearer of all things good and worthy.
For that which is earthly is weak. That which grasps from heaven's enabling is strong and with great impact on those around.
"If I have not love. . . "
If I am not drawing from the source of True Love, then I have not love.
Without love beauty is ugliness, color is meaningless, life ends before it has even begun. Brilliancy fades, profuse becomes wasteland, purpose never comes to being. A display for no purpose. Color that does not resonate with the world watching.
Love is the source of color.
Love is the source of purpose.
Love is the source of love.
Love is the source of life.
