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Love and Convenience in Friendship

 



Love being an action word precludes there’s an exercise to it. This exercise requires and includes expression and intentionality. In other words, “Love get workings”


To express love in any relationship is like nourishment is to a plant- water, sunlight and good soil. While intentionality is active effort done towards an end which is the opposite of convenience- whenever the stars align


Here’s the thing, I love quality time, to be specific, quality time with myself. It’s one of the greatest ways I show myself love. But I also have friends that I’d give a kidney or an eye to if need be. This goes to show I’ve a certain depth of affection for these ones. 


So even if personal time is important to me and I have a friend whose primary love language is quality time, I accord him/her quality time even if it’s not convenient. Why? Because this is an expression of love the person understands.


I learn to give gifts to the one who values them more even if gifts do not speak the loudest to me. I show up and show out for them because if the ones I love do not hear it from me, I’ve failed in one of my duties as their friend. 


Love in its very essence will go up against convenience anytime on most days. If all the loving you’re doing right now is based on convenience, this maybe yet another thing you’ve to learn about love. This shouldn’t scare you because to love and be loved will always be a privilege and a gift.


Step out of your comfort today and do something nice and thoughtful for your friends and loved ones. 



Ifedolapo 

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  1. Love this💕

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  2. Beautiful write up Doc. More inspiration in Jesus Name

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  3. I agree with this, "Love will go against convenience." ANYDAY ANYTIME When you show love to people you care about, it's NO WAY inconvenient. Unless you truly don't love the person.

    And it's truly important to know what gifts they value.

    I believe the WORLD should read this. Another nice post

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