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The Tension and The Choice

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1 Corinthians 13:4-5 — Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.

The Valentine’s aisle is a terrible place to reread a text that hurt your feelings.

I’m standing there with my cart half full, surrounded by pink balloons and candy hearts, staring at my phone. My husband David’s message wasn’t mean. It was just… short. Short enough to feel dismissive. And suddenly, in the middle of glittery cards, a knot tightens in my chest.

We love each other deeply. That’s not in question. But love doesn’t cancel friction. And in this moment, I feel like protecting myself, going quiet, and holding onto the irritation. Holding onto it feels justified, like self defense. Forgiving feels premature, like handing out a free pass before it’s earned.

As I walk past the displays, the cards start preaching at me.

  • “Love is patient.”
  • “Love is kind.”
  • “Love keeps no record of wrongs.”

I know those words, and I believe them. They’re straight out of 1 Corinthians. But instead of comforting me, the words irritate me. Because choosing love doesn’t feel poetic right now. It feels inconvenient. Letting this go feels like losing ground.

But I know, deep down, that love doesn’t collapse in one dramatic moment; it erodes in the simple ones we refuse to forgive. Forgiveness isn’t about being right—it’s about keeping the heart open, clearing the air, trusting God with justice, and choosing one another.

So, right there, between stuffed bears and heart-shaped boxes, I forgive him. Before apology, before explanation, before the weight can settle in. I hand the moment to God.

And the release is immediate.

The knot loosens. I let out a breath, and peace comes back faster than I expect. Later, when David does apologize—because he does—the conversation is lighter. Easier. The moment passes without leaving a scar. Love feels protected, not by my defenses, but by choosing to give grace.

That’s when it clicks for me. Forgiveness is not forgetting or pretending things don’t hurt. It’s not blindly walking back into old patterns, and sometimes it doesn’t even mean reconnection.

Forgiveness is laying down bitterness, releasing judgment, and trusting God with what we cannot control.

This Valentine’s week, love may not look poetic or like it does in your favorite Rom-com. It may look more like practicing 1 Corinthians 13 in real time: patience, kindness, and releasing small offenses before they grow. God notices every hurt, even the small ones, and He invites us to let Him carry them so love can breathe.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • What small hurt or irritation are you holding onto right now that God may be inviting you to release?
  • Which phrase from 1 Corinthians 13:4–5 feels hardest to live out in your current relationships—and why?
  • How might choosing forgiveness before an apology change the atmosphere of your heart or your home?
  • What would it look like to trust God with justice instead of keeping a mental record of wrongs?
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The Little Red Nosed Love Story

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1 Corinthians 13:4-5 — Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.

If you listen closely, you can almost hear it—the soft chime of sleigh bells drifting across time. Before Rudolph ever blinked his bright red nose on television screens, there was a man who needed a bit of light himself.

It was the winter of 1939 in Chicago. Outside, carolers sang, department store windows were dressed with tinsel, and a million hopes were hung on the idea that this Christmas would feel different.

Inside Montgomery Ward, Robert L. May sat at his cluttered desk, staring at the falling snow. His wife was ill, and his daughter, little Barbara, watched him fight to stay cheerful.

When his boss asked him to write a holiday storybook for the store’s giveaway, he sighed.

What story could he possibly tell?

But that’s the funny thing about Christmas—it tends to show up right when you’ve nearly given up on it.

He thought about what it meant to be different, to stand out in a world that doesn’t quite understand you. And then, like a snowflake landing on his sleeve, an idea appeared—a reindeer with a glowing red nose.

He wrote late into the nights, describing that little reindeer who was laughed at, left out, and yet chosen to lead the sleigh through the darkest storm. He didn’t know it yet, but he was writing about himself—and maybe about all of us who have ever felt like we didn’t quite fit.

When his daughter heard it, she clapped her hands and said, “Daddy, that’s wonderful!” That year, Montgomery Ward printed more than two million copies. Families read the story aloud by the fire, and children’s laughter mingled with the crackle of the radio.

Fast forward twenty-five years: Arthur Rankin Jr. and Jules Bass brought the tale to life on television with stop-motion “Animagic.” In a little studio in Tokyo, animators moved tiny puppets, one frame at a time, for months.

Rudolph’s nose glowed for real. The Island of Misfit Toys, the Bumble, even Hermey the elf who wanted to be a dentist—all reminded us that God’s kingdom values those who feel different, overlooked, or broken. Every misfit is loved and has a place in His plan.

And isn’t that exactly what we read in scripture? Love walks with the lost, lifts the lonely, and turns what others call weakness into light.

So, this Christmas, maybe you can be a little like Rudolph.

Notice the person others pass by, struggling. Speak a word of kindness, offer a seat at the table, or shine your light for someone walking through the dark. Love has a way of glowing brightest when the world is dim. It has a way of guiding people home.

1 Corinthians 13:4-5 teaches us “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.”

That’s the kind of love Rudolph’s story reflects—not flashy or self-seeking, but patient, kind, and willing to shine for someone else’s sake.

And most importantly, love is what keeps Christmas shining all year long.

 

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

  • When have you felt like a “misfit” or overlooked—and how did someone’s kindness make a difference?
  • Which part of love described in 1 Corinthians 13 do you find most challenging right now: patience, kindness, or not insisting on your own way?
  • Who in your life might need you to notice them more intentionally this season?
  • What does it look like for you to “shine your light” in a simple, everyday way?
  • How could choosing love—over convenience or comfort—help guide someone else toward hope?
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Choosing Love Over Comfort

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“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful.” 

1 Corinthians 13:4-5

The second the car starts, the blast of cold air hits me like a wave. I fold my arms, pressing them tightly against my chest, trying to hold in the warmth. 

David does not seem to notice. He sits comfortably, one hand on the wheel, humming absently to the song on the radio. I could not take it anymore, so I reached for the air dial and turned up the heat. 

A few moments later, David casually turns it back down. 

I say nothing. He says nothing. But my jaw tightens just slightly.  

Why does he always do that? Why can’t he be the one to adjust? 

I cross my arms, staring out the window, watching the world blur past in streaks of green and gray. I could argue. I want to argue. It is not about the air. Not really. It is about the principle. 

But then, a thought sneaks in—Do you really have to win this? 

Yes, I want to be comfortable. I want to be considered. I want my way! But after I thought about it, I realized that love—real love—doesn’t demand its way. It does not keep score or measure degrees of fairness. So, I reach into the back seat, pull a blanket over my legs, and let the cold air stay. 

Jesus laid down everything for us. He did not demand His way. He gave everything. His life. His comfort. His rights. 

And here I am, learning that love means choosing someone else’s well-being over my own. It is not easy. But in the moments I choose to give instead of receive, I reflect a love so much greater than my own. 

So, today—maybe right now—there’s a moment where you can take the road of love too. Not because you have to, but because you can. Because love, at its core, is a choice. 

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