Just for the record, I am not "Love, " I am incredibly flawed.
What Love Is
....Author Unknown
If I keep my house immaculately clean, and am envied by all for my interior decorating, but do not show love in my family, I’m just another housewife.
If I’m always producing lovely things--sewing, art, cooking; if I always look attractive, and speak intelligently, but am not loving to my family, I am nothing.
If I’m busy in community affairs, volunteer often, and drive in the carpool, but fail to give adequate love to my family, I gain nothing.
Love changes diapers, cleans up messes, and ties shoes over and over again.
Love is kind, though tired and frazzled.
Love doesn’t envy another "better wife", one whose children are "spaced better",or in school so that she has free time to pursue her own interests.
Love doesn’t try to impress others with my abilities or knowledge as a Mother.
Love doesn’t scream at the kids.
Love doesn’t feel cheated because I didn’t get to do what I wanted to do today--sew, aerobics, read, soak in a hot tub, get my hair cut.
Love doesn’t lose my temper easily.
Love doesn’t assume that my children are being naughty just because their noise level is irritating.
Love doesn’t rejoice when other people’s children misbehave and make mine look good.
Love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children.
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2 comments:
Steph, what a beautiful poem. It says it so well after talking to you about your situation that happened. You couldn't have posted a better poem.
It sounds like 1 corinthians 13
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