Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's Day Love

“What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.” ~ Saint Augustine (source unknown)

This day is such a stressful event for most people. Expectations run high. Disappointment is rampant. Loneliness can be overwhelming. Fear can play all sorts of mind games. Yet love is the basis of this day. Do we forget that?

I have spent a day out of town on business helping people understand what love and respect means. I know—I think that falls under other duties as assigned. I have always had a heart for the “least of these” and today was about working with a child who has some big problems in learning and is experiencing his first crush. His young brain (maybe like that of an 7 or 8-year-old) is caught in a teenage, hormonal body and that is causing some issues for him. Poor thing!! My eyes could definitely see his misery and want and my hands signed a message that I hoped was clear so that I could help him. I hasten to help everyone involved. I drove home thinking a little bit about love.

I have spent a lovely evening by myself. I worked out at the end of my day and then came home and made myself a delicious seafood pasta. I flipped through emails. I found one that made me a wee bit nervous since a violent sexual offender who came looking for me at church a week ago (and did not find me) has breached his curfew. Sigh. Hopefully he will wind up back behind bars soon enough and I can breathe easily. Sometimes, the least of these need some major intervention and guidance.

On the weekend, I got these awesome handmade valentines from my cousins. I love them!! They are the kind of valentines I love best—unsolicited, creative, made with pure love—no strings attached.

I am about to settle into a TV show and then head to bed early if possible. I am loving myself tonight, which is a good place to start.

Peace,

Suzanne

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