I John 4:19 in the Christian New Testament says, “We, though, are going to love—love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first.” (The Message)
The note on this verse from the Zondervan NIV Study Bible: “All love comes ultimately from God; genuine love is never self-generated by His creatures.”
So you can’t really “scare up” love. It is true that we humans tend to feel kindly toward those whom we treat kindly and vicious towards those whom we treat viciously. But where does the impulse to do the kind deeds come from? (The source of the impulse towards viciousness is all too clear.) Why do you want to love that person in the first place?
I was reminded as I was writing this post of the beautiful old hymn “The Sands of Time Are Sinking.” Here’s the second verse, which helps answer the above question:
O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love!
The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.
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This is becoming an almost-weekly tradition when I take an idea from the Gretchen Rubin/Liz Craft podcast, expand on it, and apply it to my own life. So this was 
A short post today as I wrap up the week. I was thinking this morning about the phrase “knowledge puffs up while love builds up” in the New Testament book of I Corinthians. This particular verse comes from chapter 8, but the 13th, so-called “love chapter” continues on with the theme: “If I . . . can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge but do not have love, I am nothing.” (Both quotations are from the NIV translation.)
A number of years ago I read an article in the Washington Post Magazine (attempts to track it down online have been unsuccessful) about expensive weddings. The highlight of the story was the description of a couple who spent $100,000 on their special day—and this happened at least a decade ago, when a $100,000 wedding was really a $100,000 wedding. 
I’ve written about Laura Doyle before in my post on her book 
What on earth is the significance of a mountain of mulch to human relationships? Just this: We drive over 16 miles, all the way to Franktown, to buy mulch and other landscaping supplies, passing two others, one less than four miles away and one about seven and a half. It’s a good half hour’s drive. But we refuse to patronize the other two, all because of the interactions (or lack thereof) we’ve had. As our former next-door neighbor and business consultant extraordinaire Walt Hogan used to say, it all comes down to relationships.
“My 19th wedding anniversary is coming up soon. I can hardly wait! Aundrea and I are going to go out for spicy Cajun food, and then we’re going to drive down the road with country music blasting, and then we’ll park somewhere secluded and I’ll snuggle up next to her and tell her how much I love her blonde hair and blue eyes.”