πίστις ἐλπίς ἀγάπη

πίστις

ἐλπίς

ἀγάπη

These three things are things that I always seem to have no matter what. I can't explain why I always have πίστις, but I do. I have lost so much. One would think that I would have lost it all and given up on it. πίστις is more easily explained than ἐλπίς or ἀγάπη; ἐλπίς and ἀγάπη are the reasons why I have πίστις. I certainly cannot explain why I have ἐλπίς. I grew up with it. I've doubted, of course, but never completely lost it. As for ἀγάπη... I just do. I've never lost it and never didn't have it.
Therefore, the greatest of these is ἀγάπη.

Speculation

It is a dreadful reality that I face. Before I face all to come, I should ask is this really a reality? I will receive no reply. I have received no reply.

I once wrote a prophecy of a man who enters the military after he realizes the death of his wife. Turns out that his wife did not die... but he doesn't discover this until much later. She thought he was dead, too.

So the haunting idea is that God has a sense of irony with which he turns a false prophet into a true one. Or not. But if he does... I've come to realize the death of my love, and am contemplating joining the military. And if the prophecy is true, I will enter and rediscover her later in a joyful reunion that is never ended. If it is not, then I will enter and risk becoming an empty soul. If I don't enter, then it is not true... but is it possible that I will still rediscover my love?

Don't worry... I don't have any hope. It is all simply interesting and I'm sure it's not true. Either way, the prospect of continuing on alone is daunting.