Feb 22 ...20 minutes

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 The continuing debt of love...I read this in the book of Romans this morning. This is what we owe each other.  This goes against human tendency and natural inclinations.

Debt and owing something to others is binding. We aren't able to be free from it. A continuing debt is one that never ends or gets paid off. Only Jesus can do that for us. But His forgiveness of our sins doesn't take away what we owe to each other in the everyday.

He wants us to experience His forgiveness of our sins but stay committed to His work through how well we love each other. Staying in debt to each other keeps us humble and kind. Grace then has a chance to soften our hearts and makes us keen to help lift the burden our brothers and sisters carry.

I don't know about you, but I really struggle to love some days. So I imagine I am really far into debt on those days. All I can do is pray, Lord, teach me to love... and give me the ability and power and strength to focus on something other than the flaws that are glaringly obvious to me.

Because there will be days when people eat too munchy and chew their gum noisily. Bad manners and aggressions... too much chatter and obnoxious opinions...that is all very people-y things we all are guilty of now and then.

So yes, we owe each other a continuing debt of love. Jesus help me.

*disclaimer 

No one was harmed in the making of this 20 minutes...I'm blaming my testing of love on my own foolish heart not on the ones I love...they are probably fine.🙃

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