Does everything hinge on love?
If you have it all – a beautiful home, nice cars, fancy clothes – does it make you whole? Complete?
Even as you secretly yearn for your neighbors new phone or the expensive boots they’re wearing, will getting them make you full?
And how about your actions? If you force yourself to do and say the right things in and out each day, are you satisfied? What if you go to church every Sunday and earnestly listen, claiming to be devout but still find yourself empty, what then?
What if none of it mattered? Not the things you have or the things you do if behind it all, there’s no love or compassion?
What if everything we are is simply defined by love?
Love manifests itself in many ways – affection towards another, in our words and actions. And if there is no love in any of our actions or any of our words, then what?
Love isn’t simply the passion between a man and a woman. It isn’t simply the devotion between parents and their children. Maybe it is most commonly identified in those situations but love goes way beyond the obvious. It is in our movements when we greet strangers, in our words when we encounter people we don’t know. It identifies us when we look at someone completely opposite than ourselves and decide whether or not to show kindness. It shows itself through compassion, through understanding, patience, and by putting our own wants away.
What if everything we are, everything we are going to be, and what lies just beyond this realm, is all based on love?
Are you living with it,
are you giving it,
or are you simply waiting on it to find you?