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In the starkness of winter, it’s hard to be sure that new life will come again.
Sometimes, it just takes a little faith.
Like graffiti on the wall of a subway tunnel,
like a hieroglyph on the wall of a cave,
we each make our mark on the Wall of Life.
“I was here!” we cry.
Because we WANT it to matter.
At the end of the Day, we want it to have mattered.
But will it matter?
Will it matter that I was here?
Will it matter that I lived?
Who can know, for sure?
Who can know the ultimate value of a life?
Aren’t we all just making it up as we go along?
In the midst of all that I cannot know for sure, this one thing I do know:
Love matters.
Love will last.
Love is worth something.
No.
Love is worth everything.
So that when the Day dawns, and the fire burns, and the wood, hay, and stubble of my life is consumed, it’s the love that will last.
Lord, help me to love in such a way that my little hieroglyph on the wall of life, matters.
imnotasupermom
Wednesday 19th of February 2014
Love you. Thanks for being my friend! My recent post My Visit to the YesVideo Memory Factory
Martha Franco
Tuesday 18th of February 2014
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thevirtualmom
Tuesday 18th of February 2014
Susan- Beautifully written!! You have captured the essence of the abundant life promised. We must have faith, we always hold out hope, but the greatest will always be love... Thanks for the reminder. :-)
sharongreenthal
Tuesday 18th of February 2014
My feeling is that by being loved, we live on in the hearts of those who've known us and the minds of those who are told about us for years to come. Beautiful post.
Carol Cassara
Tuesday 18th of February 2014
It's true. All about the love. It's everything. My recent post “Thank you, Mood!”