I want to write a story of my love.
My love began when I was very young. My mother told me she loved me every day. The Sunday school teacher told me Jesus loved me; and my sisters and brother and I told one another, we loved each other. Not only that, but when I went into my “wilderness” down by the river past the park, I would feel the love of Mother Earth envelope me and caress me as I swayed up high in the willow tree branches.
There was no lack of love. Love is what I lived. Of course life wasn’t peaches and cream. There were stickers, thorns and brambles. But I never doubted that I was loved.
Fast forward to my epiphany of my early twenty’s. My husband was then courting me, and I had been dating enough to tire of the hollow promises of would be lovers that merely wanted a one night stand. So, I made the decision that the only person I would consider to be husband material would have to tell me he loved me first. And so he did. And my best friend became my husband. We were so young. We built a life together and forged it with love. Always mentioning it to our children, to each other, and to all other family members. We claimed it in the face of heart wrenching disease, and held tight to it until the end of his life.
This love was the kind of love that had to grow, to be tended and nurtured. To be truly intentional in its’ giving. What love isn’t you ask?
Well, the intrinsic LOVE with in each of our own hearts. The Love that God puts there, the moment you become you. You and I ARE Love. This is true because we are children of God, and God is love. Not really very difficult, actually fairly simple. Being Love is the highest calling in life.
The building of the body, the protection and safeguarding of it’s health, the activities in life to give purpose is all so that the Love will have a vehicle to exist on this plane. And the giving of this Love is the true purpose of being.
Can we say that the man or woman standing before us is not worthy of love? Is it because we have made them into some “other” that we don’t identify with? Didn’t their mother love them, their brother or sister, grandmother or aunt love them? Don’t they have a friend or spouse that love them? Then why not us, why don’t we love them? We can. We must step back from our judgments and rules and see each person as the child of God. God loves his children. ALL of us are His children.
We mustn’t wait for a catastrophe or calamity to occur in this world to become some kind of missionary and do charity. The other word for charity is Love. Just do what you do out of love, and the world will heal once more. There are more reasons to love than not to. Every situation we encounter in our lives is to give us the chance to love. Can we do it? We are able…. it means to look outside ourselves and see with the eyes of God, just for that moment when it means the most. Tap into the love that already exists in your being.
Let it flow.