Love looks like a friend of over 50 years who sends a beautiful birthday card and writes her own words about how much I mean to her.
Love looks like 2 sons who call me on my birthday in the middle of their busy work day and make me laugh and reminisce about their childhoods.
Love looks like my husband who made me one of my favorite meals for my birthday and made me his first birthday cake ever and I thought it was the most beautiful cake I have ever seen.
This may seem silly to some. After all I am a grown woman. Why get all sentimental over birthday cards and phone calls?
The thing is, I grew up being told by my father he loved me and then he abused me. I got mixed messages and was pretty confused about what love really meant.
But I am learning that it is often about the little things. Like the time that people take to let you know they care.
I grew up not knowing what real love looked like. But I am learning to care for myself and I am learning what real love is and who I can trust and who I can let into my heart. It is a slow process.
But I am learning about love, a little at a time.
Maybe it is a sign of healing, seeing and thinking about what real love looks like.
Thank you, Jesus. Thank you for loving me and for helping me to see. Thank you for the people you have put in my life who really love me.What does real love look like to you?