We love because He first loved us.
We bend over to pick up dirty clothes, lost Legos, cereal crumbs and items of unknown origination created in boys dream-lands. It is a never ending job. Just like love it never ends, never gives up and is always present. A mother's love never grows weary. There are the sleepless nights of infant feeding and stumbling in the dark to find a place to feed a hungry babe. It is tireless, thankless and relentless work. Yet love wells up in a mother's heart and is able to accomplish the task at hand.
Five loads of clean laundry sit piled like a mountain on my bedroom floor waiting to be folded and tucked into drawers. The dishes clatter against themselves as the dishwasher purrs like a kitten. My list of today's to dos sits open on the kitchen counter. The dogs, cats, chickens and horse have all been feed. The baby still slumbers as I tip toe around the house before the light dawns. Love will awaken soon. My heart is drawn to sit and rest in the stillness of the morning. I sit in my big brown comfy chair and read about Love.