“And let me tell you the greatest way... Love.”

“And let me tell you the greatest way... Love.”

I struggle in the things I want to say. How do you paraphrase your
life to fit in a readable manner so that other people will know the
things you see, the things you feel, and the things that matter? Life
is overwhelming and burdensome a lot of days…overwhelming in the sense
of darkness, and burdensome in that I feel heavy nearly everyday of my
life. I think of a drop of food coloring being placed in a glass of
water. In comparison, the drop is nothing in volume to the cup. Yet,
somehow it changes the appearance of the water. I pray my life
resembles a drop similar… gradually sifting through these people’s
hearts to turn their eyes upon God… to color the things we’ve turned
black.

A child ran into my arms last week. She was filthy. Her
filth began to rub off as she embraced her, what seemed to be, 5-year-
old body around my waist. A co-worker of mine pointed out that the
more she hugs her, the less filthy she will be… the filth will
eventually rub off and she will look into the eyes of a child who
ached to be loved. It was kind of a remarkable observation for me to
hear.

If I exist in my own strength, in my own love, and in my own
potential, nothing will be accomplished. I will be but a life that
was born, existed, and died… most likely forgotten by generations to
come. But, if the smallest seed from God dwells in my soul, I have
the capacity to move mountains… the ability to display Love as a
masterpiece that extends far beyond death.

I zoom out from my life and look upon the world and it appears that
nothing else matters besides the love and grace the Savior of the
world left us with over 2000 years ago.