Love. Embrace. Repeat.

 

schoolkids

Today, I felt the kids were feeling more comfortable around me.

So I ruined it by constantly hugging them..

I grab them in a hug as I walk by them. I motion for them to come sit by me so I can put my arm around them and I make them hug me before I will take their photo. If I wasn’t hugging them or putting my arm around them, they were holding my hand.

With each embrace, I say their name to myself as sort of a prayer. By just saying their name in my mind, I had an understanding with God that I am asking him to look after that child and I was promising to be His hands and feet by loving them.  All day long today, I embraced, said this new name-prayer thing and repeat.

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These verses were part of a meditation exercise in a recent bible study I did and I found the handout this evening in my notebook.

I love these verses from 1 Corinthians 13:1-3: If I speak in tongues of human beings and angels but I don’t have love, I’m a clanging gong or a clashing symbol. If I have the gift of prophecy and I know all the mysteries and everything else, and if I have such complete faith that I can move mountains, but I don’t have love, I’m nothing. If I give away everything that I have and hand over my own body to feel good about what I’ve done, but I don’t have love, I receive no benefit whatsoever.

Then the authors (it was a Covenant bible study class, I’m not sure of the authors’ names) offered this interpretation of the verses and I just love it:

Without love, the rest of our gifts and talents can’t be fulfilled. No matter what else we may offer others, if we don’t extend love, our offers are incomplete. Tonight tell someone you love them, even if you’ve already done so today, because love is to be shared over and over again. Let your words and actions of love be your prayer.

It’s hard not to pray a lot here. As we travel the Great North Highway every day for about an hour there and back, the sights outside our windows can seem pretty grim. I have stopped looking out the window as much as I did when I first got here. I can’t hug them all, that would be weird (and Mickey and Gerald would not let me do that).

ladies

roadboy

So I find comfort in pressing a few of these people I see from my window each day, into my mind like a pressed flower, just for the night. And at night, I open of the pages and look at my flowers, and  I think about each one of these people and say a quick “I love you” to them, through God. It seems crazy, but I think it might work. Here are some of their photos. You can do it too.

gents

churchladies

walkerlady

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