I'm not very good at remembering this sometimes. I'm always dogging myself for slacking off or getting behind. Really though, there is no behind in love. It's constant. For instance, my love for my family is always there. Yet sometimes when I forget to return a call, or I badly prioritize my home time, I'm hard on myself. Is it worth it though? Do my parents or brothers ever really doubt my love for them? It isn't likely.
What about my inability to let others provide a helping hand? Is it because I know that then they'll expect the same from me, and I may not be ready or capable? Is my controlling nature actually prohibiting others from showing their love? It's not a tally board Melissa. Let them give!
We are called to Love, but it's not a sport! We should not love competitively because we all win when love is exchanged in even the simplest of forms. We are sharing ourselves, our services, our thoughts and by doing so, we are showing our love. If anyone needs to learn this lesson, it is me.
