A rock of stone, held gently in my fingers. Smooth. Perfect palm size. A gift from little fingers to momma. As I stare it seems to remind me, call me, challenge me, teach me.
In this life of loveprints, leaving marks of love on those around, we can grow cold. Cold as stone. So much talk. So much preaching. So much discussion and rhetoric on love. Talk does little.
Love is not a feeling. Love is not talk. Love is an action.
Returning to the well worn pages crinkled with use and colored deep with pen. I flip my fingers, the same ones that stroke the stone, to 1 Corinthians 13. A letter to me. A guide on the action of love.
With pen in hand and heart in mind, I write. The verses in action for me. Love is an action.
Love waits for the boys to tie shoes and get ready without rushing them and allowing hectic to creep in my tone.
Love always has only good to say, gentle to touch, no harshness anywhere.
Love never looks at what others may have. Rejoicing in the blessings showered upon me and being thankful ALWAYS.
Love keeps my mouth held quiet, tight. Not sharing my successes in a spotlight of my own. Sharing the highlights of others and ushering them into the kudos of others.
Love takes the time to ask questions, find out about their day instead of pushing my own need to talk adult in front of the line.
Love picks up the dirty clothes lying on the bathroom floor with a smile, over and over again. No grumbles on my lips. With a joyful step that for 13 years I have had his life with mine.
Love showers the truth and does a little dance when open hearts receive it.
Love defends my family, speaks only positive to others of them. Love proudly walks head held high beside my son when the task was too overwhelming, hand on his shoulder.
Love never gives up. No matter what the situation looks like.
Love always wins.
What action is love to you? Please take a moment and share and leave a loveprint for us all.