I Choose

Today, I was given the opportunity to choose what I would read and take in.  Several sentences into an e-mail,  I hit the delete button.  Deluded or not, I still know if the words I’m reading are words of love or hate.  I’m choosing love whenever possible.  Every time, I can get out of my own way and see the forest for the trees, I’m going to choose love.

Love is not an easy choice.  It is one I fail to make as often as I succeed.

Love doesn’t always look like love.  Some times, it’s disguised as responsibility.  Often, it hides in common sense.

Love is not a simple ‘I do”.  It’s an “I will” when I don’t feel like it.

Love, is waking up beside some one that I may not like that day but to whom I made a “for better or worse promise.”

Love often disguises itself as the “no” I tell my children.

Love is living with other fallible, hopelessly flawed human beings who try my patience, bring me to tears and make me laugh.

Love is not giving up.  It is acceptance.  It is trial and error.  It is frustration.

Full of hope, love tries again and again and again.

Love gets me up in the morning when all I want to do is sleep.

Love is interrupted meals, sleepless night and accepting differences that will never completely disappear.

Love is found hiding in the broken heart.  Only hearts that love can be broken.

I choose love because I have known the opposite: indifference.  People who claim to love but have no desire to connect, to stay in touch, to accept, support or be a part of my life are missing out on something amazing.

Messy, difficult, frustrating, love, I choose you!

“Love is patient and kind.  Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude.  It does not demand its own way.  It is not irritable and it keeps no records of being wronged.  It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.  Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful and endures through every circumstance” I Corinthians 13:4-7

  • Carol Hendricks Sturgeon

    Such comments are not welcome here or any where. They are hurtful and I sincerely request that you stop.

I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.

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