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LOVE WINS

As I was driving home last week my mind told me I finally had energy to put into living. I had this moment of complete joy. Then, almost instantly, guilt pushed into my mind. Grief is a wicked beast. 

I drove down the road contemplating the battling emotions. I decided love must win; but, love only wins when we work at it.  
Love must be coached out of and in to us.  We must be thoughtful about love.  
Love is a powerful thing... and yet it's fragile, not to be toyed with or taken lightly.  
Love is a treasure that becomes more valued with time; each little nick and tear, each loss and each new beginning makes us need and want love even more. We are desperate for love. 
Love is the antidote to sorrows, but it can be a fickle thing, and we are leery of its power, uncomfortable with the prerequisites for accepting it's healing. 
Love is healing, but we fear it, shy from it and close our minds to its power. Being open to love means we will be exposed to grief and sorrow. But love is more powerful than sorrow and grief. 
Open the door to love. Invite love into your life. 
Love will feed you. 

Love wins when we:
pray 
cry with those who mourn
think
walk in the early morning light
send a birthday card
meditate
speak with compassion
hold hands
listen with an open heart
share time with a friend 
talk to a stranger
smile at each other
share fresh flowers
break bread together
acknowledge another's pain
laugh out loud
watch the sunset...
invite love.💗

© mwlambeth

Sunrise at Macchupicchu 
© 2018




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