Is is more than faith?
Is is more than hope?
Is ii waiting for us at the end of our rope?
I say, it’s love.
Sugarland, “love”
Good morning, dear one.
I’ve been sitting here for an hour thinking about what I wanted to say to you today, but every time I turned my attention one way or another, it kept coming back to the word LOVE.
I grew up with a painfully contorted concept of love. It wasn’t until I met an incredible man years later that I would stare into the most immaculate and unencumbered definition of the term, and it shook me to my foundation. After feeling what he brought to the table, it made me wonder if I’d ever felt love before, and the thought of it sent shockwaves of panic through my entire body.
That period of my life was beautiful and difficult and ultimately led to the greatest loss I’ve ever experienced, but I would not change a thing. Because I learned how to love and how to be loved, and those lessons reverberate through me every minute of every day.
I learned that holding my love back, reserving it to protect myself would only hurt me. I learned that if I want to experience love in its awe-inspiring fullness, I have to give it away.
Today I challenge you to love the person you see in the mirror, and to treat yourself with love and kindness. I challenge you to tell the ones you love how you feel, even if it scares you…hell, especially if it scares you. I challenge you to realize that love isn’t at its best when it is encumbered by rules and expectations.
And never forget that I love you.
Love,
