As I sit here looking at my things that need to be packed yet, I wonder if I've even learned what it means to love people where I am. My family just left and while family will always be family it still makes me ask if I've learned to love them in a more genuine way than the last time. It's tough, after all what defines my love for them? How much I talk to them or maybe simply how much I listen? I also recently realized how much I miss talking to a friend after not seeing her for 8 years. 8 Years! That's a long time to be in touch with someone, but not see them. You want to express love, but what does that mean? Is the occasional talk on the phone enough or does love asks you to jump on a plane and take a visit just to break the eight year gap? Don't let anyone fool you, love is tough and brings with it difficult questions.
Just some thoughts before I take off. My hope for this trip isn't so much to learn to love again, but to remember the love I've already been blessed to learn. It's joy in knowing my life has potential to love everyday, it's just a matter of being aware of the potential . While I could look at things as though I could love "more" or be "better" at it I don't want to. I simply want to know that everything I did, even on the crappiest days, was in excellence with love.
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