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Love is all you need.

All you need is love, All you need is love, All you need is love, love Love is all you need It’s almost Christmas – the time of Ultimate Love come down – and here I am with the Beatles stuck in my head. It’s because of something that I read recently in Colossians. I’ve been “stuck” in Colossians this past couple of weeks. While I’m also reading other passages, I just keep coming back, re-reading and pondering it. This is the passage that’s on my mind today (and inspiring the melody that is on repeat in my head): Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you must also forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. Colossians 3:12-14 And……CONVICTION overload. Thinking about it, I’ve been on the receiving end ...

Beautiful Dependence.

One of my favorite things to do is to sit on my love seat, in the sun (or the grey) – music playing, tea steaming - feeding Ginny. Since she hasn’t yet mastered the art of holding her bottle, she waves her hands around, gently patting my face or grasping my finger with her little ones. As I was feeding her this afternoon, I was pondering the beauty of that grasp reflex.  To me, it’s a physical reminder of how we are born dependent. From day one, hour one even, we reach out and grasp the hand of whoever brought us into the world. It’s as if we know that we need. (Yes, I’m reading into it a bit, but it’s such a beautiful thought.) And yet we are groomed to believe that freedom and independence are synonymous. For example, once we can walk on our own, drive on our own or get a job we are independent and consequently free. Yet, if you think about it, we depend on our feet, on gravity, on the ground beneath us to walk. We depend on our training, the steering wheel in our hands ...