Love glues the decorations back on the daughter’s shoes. Love holds the bucket when the little guy is throwing up. Love sits in the bleachers cheering during every game.
Love never fails.
Forgive my variation on Paul’s famous chapter about love, but sometimes the familiar words lose their meaning. Yet real love remains in our home. The kind of love that gives all we have for the well-being of others – even in ways that might seem trivial but shout our message to the heart of another.
Why do I love? Because I am loved –and I’m learning how to love unconditionally and unselfishly from the One whose core character trait is love.
So, for today, love is packing a lunch and braiding hair and washing underwear …
What about you? What does love look like in your home?