Love looked like this: Just breathing, being.
Love looked like this: Crawling, walking to acceptance.
Love meant seeing the difference between what is true and truth.
Love meant accepting Grace: Unmerited favor from and for myself first, others second.
Love meant seeing me as good, whole, worthy.
Love felt like this: Admitting the wrong and forgiving what could not be repaid.
Love looked like this: Resisting vengeance, the kind only God and I would know about.
Love felt like this: Silence was friend, a helper. I didn’t miss the dysfunctional adrenaline.
Love felt like this: Unselfishly planting and accepting good seeds of repair and healing for me.
Love looked like this: When I could tell “the story” from understanding, compassion, forgiveness, or not at all.
Love felt like this: When empathy was in full bloom, seeing why it happen, why it failed, my part, and theirs.
Love meant this: Getting clean of my “stuff”, my “issues”, and facing them all.
Love felt like this: The mirror became a friend.
Love felt really good when I allowed HOPE to reinterpret all circumstances….ALL.
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