As I was reading #1 daughter's blog after she left for a run, I was reminded of a very important promise. Camille was discussing being pampered and taken care of while she is here in LA. It is a labor of love that I endeavor to perform for all of my loved ones. When they come home to visit, I try to make special meals and have their favorite snacks, and play with the greats and just take care of them in general. It is a labor of love.
Day in -day out----I try to take good care of BC's needs. I listen to what he says and try to anticipate his desires. I try to have a quiet and clean house for him to come home to with a neatly groomed and blooming yard. I try to make his home an oasis of peace and tranquility. It is a labor of love.
I try to listen to my friends and offer assistance and especially prayer. The most important thing I do for them is have a ready ear and cleared head when they are talking to me. I let them know by words and actions how important they are to me. I tell them I will pray for them and their concerns and needs---AND THEN I FOLLOW THROUGH. It is a labor of love.
As I was thinking about the little things we can do for each other and how wonderful and special it makes us feel,I was reminded of "The One That Loves Me Most". The "Listening Ear" and bountiful blessing of lavish love that I am over-whelmed with every moment of every day. When I stop and consider it, I have that little flutter deep down that only deep and amazing love can give you. I am reminded once again of how special I am in His eyes and glory in the amazing love I receive. It is a labor of love.