. . . and the greatest of these is love.

Greater than faith, greater than hope, greater than the two other greatest things there are.
Sounds like someone placed a high value on love.

Rightly so, if we listen to popular comments or song lyrics.

Love can move mountains,
Love can stem the tide,
Love can conquer anything.

Most think of romantic love, which is fun, exciting, and puts a beat in your step, but the love that comes to mind—the love that can move mountains—is the steady, faithful kind. The kind of love that rejoices in life's grand things, but also in the little things.

Like the love of a husband who brings me coffee with a little too much creamer, because he knows how much I adore creamer. Or, who makes me leave the coziness of my couch at ten p.m. to lie on a blanket in our back yard and gaze at the stars.
The daughter, who tapes a drawing of a strutting, determined Donald Duck near my computer—the handwritten caption reads, “You can take on anything!”
The Son, who never ends a phone conversation without, “I love you, Mom.”
The friend who sends an email to say good morning and lets me know she’s praying for my writing.
The God who gave His only Son so I can live eternal life.

One of the prints on my desktop is of a sunset. The sky, a blend of orange, pink, and yellow. These words greet me each morning.

Courage
Doesn’t always roar.

Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying. . .

“I will try again tomorrow.”


I say:

Love, doesn’t always roar.

Sometimes love is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying. . .

“I will be here tomorrow.”



Suggestions for today: Step out into your backyard or take a drive in the country to view the stars with your loved one.