If
I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights
and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another
decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking
dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a
beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family,
I’m just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the
nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my
family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels
and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the
choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love
stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside the decorating to kiss
the husband. Love is kind, though harried and tired. Love doesn’t envy
another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of
the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way. Love doesn’t give
only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those
who can’t.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. Video games will
break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the
gift of love will endure.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
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I love this so much! Printing for my refrigerator. :)
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