It’s not speaking with tongues or speaking forth the prophetic.
It’s not the ability to work miracles or healing.
It’s not the measure of our talent.
It’s not in the manner we display our worship, passion and emotions.
It’s not determined by our level of maturity.
It’s not possessing the power to call down fire from heaven or ordering the sun to stand still.
It’s not in exercising the faith to command the rain to cease from descending.
It’s not in bearing the courage to slay giants.
It’s not in the ability to interpret dreams, walk on water or walk through fire.
It’s not in the power to raise the dead, heal the lame, restore sight to the blind, or cast out demons.
The greatest mark of being filled with the Spirit is love.
Love that is sacrificial. Love that does not fall short of the undeserving. Love that remains steadfast in moments of hurt and anger.
Love that chooses to pour forth when every ounce of the flesh says to withhold.
Love that refuses to allow bitterness to take root.
Love that is fully reliant upon Him – knowing that it is impossible to extend without His strength reaching in and extracting it from the relentless grasp of pride and fear.
Love that is patient and kind.
Love that does not envy or boast.
Love that is not proud.
Love that does not dishonor others and is not self seeking.
Love that is not easily angered and does not keep record or wrongs.
Love that does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth.
Love that always protects, hopes and perseveres.