Love

My mom always seemed to love the naughty kids best. I think it’s because she saw it as their asking for love in unlovable ways. From her I learned that it’s by loving that something or someone becomes lovable. Love gentles, sands off rough edges, and rounds out flat sides. Love is the wonder-spackle of the soul.

Love changes people. It makes broken people whole again. It heals. It’s the magic sauce. The real deal.

I am thankful for that love–the love that gentles and heals, the love that takes broken parts and makes them whole. I am the recipient of that kind of love. Anything about me that is good is because I was loved first. And the ripple effect of that is that I can and do love, too.