I have watched… the good husband as he lays down his life, in search for a better tomorrow… as he struggled too provide his family with food and shelter. I have seen the poor embrace their children with little more than hope… I have seen love… true love at work.
It did not come in an FTD van… or wrapped in gilded sheets. It would not buy much in the market place… but it was exceedingly precious… The love of a father for his… family. Some, can not see it… Others, look for it in the wrong places…
But, I have observed it in the barren plain, upon the seas and in the hills… More often, where the poor labor to provide food, shelter and the hope for a better day. Whose, expression of love is not often revealed in their manner of conversation or their ability to give the finer things… too, those they love.
But in their steadfast labor and commitment to their families and others… their love shines, far brighter and above a commercial embrace… or a casual word.
We who are blessed, in the West… Often, fail too appreciate the finer points of love… Too, understand it is the commitment of the heart and soul to another’s well being…
Instead, we rail if a birthday is forgotten, or flowers don’t arrive… as anticipated. To often we bind our love with a commercial perception… or personal need.
Let us therefore, examine how we judge love.