Love

Love

I’m going to share a story with you that I don’t often share. 🙂

It starts outside of a church. We’re visiting for the last time, and the boys are playing together, while Ken talks with friends. I’m leaning on the car, watching the commotion, at peace with myself and the world.

Love

As I wait, in my mind’s eye, I see a sheer pink ribbon flowing and wrapping around everyone; not just the people in my immediate vicinity, but I see the ribbon flowing in and out of people’s lives, here it binds a mother and child together, there is clings comfortably to an old man and his wife. Nationalities, locations, skin colors, beliefs, none of it matters, the ribbon is stretching across the world, reaching everyone. And suddenly, I know that the ribbon is love, the only truly universal language in the world, the only voice that speaks so anyone can hear.

Love is in the touch of a mother, reaching out to her newborn. Love is in the eyes of two partners, long ago joined in marriage, clinging together even as one light slowly fades.

Love is in the eyes of an older brother, smiling at his younger brother. It’s in a kind word, a winter flower; it’s taking a few minutes to listen to a stranger who needs someone to hear them.

Love seeks to lift others up, to let them know they’re not alone in the world.

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“And now there are three things left: faith, hope, and love. And the greatest of these is love.”

And the greatest of these is love.

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