The greatest portrait of love is that of Jesus hanging on that old rugged Cross, over two years ago. Love that had creation veiled its face, too glorious to look on, too painful to behold. Such splendour, and yet such agony.
Love without pain has no beauty in itself. It is from the pain of loving, that true beauty is beheld. It is through those agonising moments that God was pleased with His Son; moments of separation, but not abandoned.
Until you are hurt, but not hurting, wounded in body, but not in spirit, despised, and rejected, but still able to forgive, can the beauty of love radiates from you. For the illumination of the light to be welcomed, the vessel of its concealment has to be broken.