It started on Sunday with a Children's Church lesson on the use of our hands in prayer. Each finger carrying meaning. Love prays. That what love does.
Monday brought a birthday celebration. I saw love in husband's smile as we went out for lunch. I saw love in my children's eyes as they sang happy birthday and blew out the candles. Love celebrates. That's what love does.
Tuesday brought new faces into love's mosaic. The older woman in my exercise class shone brightly in her attempts at poses the younger women did easily. It expressed itself in Becky's face as we shared a meal. Love shares. That's what love does.
Wednesday brought love in print. I saw it in the writing for the church newsletter. One woman's testimony and her brave heart showed me that love heals.
Thursday brought more love in print and in people. More articles, emails to and from Debbie, Jan, Heidi, and Christine. And hugs. Hugs from little people when I was so tired! Love learns, reflects and expresses itself in print. And it hugs! That's what love does.
Friday brought me back to the warm fuzzies you can get from children. "Hello" from Jordan that exploded into choruses of "hello" from other 3 year olds. Why is that age so adorable? It also brought, "Mom, the sun is following us home!" "That's cool!" "It's still following us!" "Wow!" "Do you think he wants to come home for supper?" :) Perspective is a beautiful. Sometimes warm fuzzies are love.
But love is ultimately not a trite good feeling, but a steady current of quiet actions that could carry one toward ultimate good.
All these actions are shades of what God has done for us. Shades of magnificent colour, beautifully complicated traces of a mosaic of transforming grace.
Monday brought a birthday celebration. I saw love in husband's smile as we went out for lunch. I saw love in my children's eyes as they sang happy birthday and blew out the candles. Love celebrates. That's what love does.
Tuesday brought new faces into love's mosaic. The older woman in my exercise class shone brightly in her attempts at poses the younger women did easily. It expressed itself in Becky's face as we shared a meal. Love shares. That's what love does.
Wednesday brought love in print. I saw it in the writing for the church newsletter. One woman's testimony and her brave heart showed me that love heals.
Thursday brought more love in print and in people. More articles, emails to and from Debbie, Jan, Heidi, and Christine. And hugs. Hugs from little people when I was so tired! Love learns, reflects and expresses itself in print. And it hugs! That's what love does.
Friday brought me back to the warm fuzzies you can get from children. "Hello" from Jordan that exploded into choruses of "hello" from other 3 year olds. Why is that age so adorable? It also brought, "Mom, the sun is following us home!" "That's cool!" "It's still following us!" "Wow!" "Do you think he wants to come home for supper?" :) Perspective is a beautiful. Sometimes warm fuzzies are love.
But love is ultimately not a trite good feeling, but a steady current of quiet actions that could carry one toward ultimate good.
All these actions are shades of what God has done for us. Shades of magnificent colour, beautifully complicated traces of a mosaic of transforming grace.
For God so loved the world that he gave his only son, that whosoever believeth in Him, shall not perish but have everlasting life. | 
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