“That’s where my heart is,” my friend told me softly, her blue eyes shining. She was talking about Little Rock. Her son lived there. I have a feeling if her son had lived in Timbuktu, her heart would have been there with him. Love! It’s the indescribable feeling that makes each day worthwhile and each dream worth pursuing. It is life’s greatest mystery because who can explain it or capture it and put it under a microscope? Love just is.
Love is that emotion that is more than emotion; it is a yearning, a devotion, a gift with a glow to it. It causes us to put ourselves last and other people first. Love speaks to our very hearts and spirits and makes us greater than we could be without it.
It’s easy to say we love, but those words are empty if our actions don’t show it. Love speaks softly instead of shouting; love gives us the strength to take one more step when we want to stop. Love is a bleeding heart when the person we love is hurting. Love is wanting someone else to be happy more than we want to be happy. I guess that is a paradox because if the person we love isn’t happy, neither are we.
It seems to me that love never dies; it goes on forever. And, strange to say, love expands the heart so that it can include more than one person and the more people we love, the more our hearts keep growing.
Love is not limited by distance or years or even death. Love is eternal. It is my belief that every good and noble deed has love at its foundation. Love of one person, love of family, love of country, love of God. As the Bible says, without love, we are as tinkling brass and a sounding symbol. Whether it’s in Little Rock, in Ireland, here at home or in all these places, love is where our heart is.
Beautifully said! And I love you!
Thank you, Teresa. I love you too.