As I sit on my bed and watch my little princess sleep, can one possible feel more love? As I sit on my bed and listen to Z play with toys in his bedroom, can one possible feel more love? As I think of the man who works tirelessly to keep our family financially going, can one feel more love?
All the above are little things that swell ones heart. But are they even close to understanding what love really is?
We see so much about hate if we only watch 10 minutes of the news. This group and that group. Murder, rape. Sex trafficking and pornography. We are bombarded by the things that twist our hearts and minds almost every time we turn around.
Trying to create a safe atmosphere for your innocent children to grow up in is increasingly hard. Just walking into a grocery store leaves a mother trying to keep eyes open in all directions. You never know who is watch, prying, planning.
Fear. That is the answer to many in these days. Fear. The thing that will stop your heart from opening up. Fear. Not the answer.
Love. The answer. Even if you have to start by focusing on the simple things, let love in. Love changes the way you see your... Husband. Child. Neighbor. Poor driver behind you. One of different beliefs or opinions. The outcast.
Love. Is it easy? By all means no! It takes work. It takes practice. But as I think of my husband and my children. Love. That's what I feel. That's where I start.
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