Tonight I saw a picture of love. True love.
True love isn't the Hollywood glitz and glamour and plastic 'surgery-ed' couple on the red carpet.
True love isn't deciding to live together before marriage just to make sure 'we're compatible'.
True love isn't staying married until the first sign of trouble and then running away as fast and as far as your latest credit card will take you.
True love isn't Mary Kay or Lancome or Arbonne or even Cover Girl.
True love isn't that fluttery feeling you get when you see your spouse.
True love isn't romantic dinners over candle light.
True love isn't exotic vacations to tropical places.
True love is what I saw tonight.
True love is a wife of 62 years. Wrinkled and tired....and beautiful. True love is this wife sitting by the bedside of her sick husband and not leaving for days and days. True love is this wife taking the hand of her dying husband and telling him it is okay to go to Jesus. True love is this wife looking at me, just minutes after her husband went to Heaven, and saying "He is all I ever wanted."
THAT is true love. Love that only Jesus can give. Love that is real.