If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I am just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging beautifully adorned table, but do not show love to my family, I am just another cook.
If I work in the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing homes and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir's cantata, but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated china and table linens.
Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of he way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure!
Thanks to Susan S.
How about: if I rush around buying expensive presents for everyone but do not give love to my family and friends, then I am just another shopper.
ReplyDeleteAnd speaking of gifts, you do know what is tomorrow?
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Yes, Mimi, it is much better this way...
ReplyDelete¡Que Bonita!
ReplyDeleteLove it! Someone must have been spying on the house I grew up in - the holidays and family gatherings at our house were to be feared for what my mother turned into.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteGood thoughts, aren't they?
ReplyDeletePoor Renz.
Kishnevi, I left a comment at your website.