Love is not Puffed Up
When I think of being puffed up, it makes me think of birds in the winter who fluff up their feathers for protection against the elements. Sitting alone or in a group on a wire weathering it out.
When we puff up we are doing the same.
Protecting ourselves from the elements
But I see our Father picking us wee birds up in his hands and saying I know you little one; let me hold you close where no weapon formed against you will prosper.