Yesterday I came from work, I was so annoyed because all my neighbors had shoveled snow, and left mine. I almost always shovel 3 or 4 of my neighbor's walkways and sidewalks. My daughter is on crutches and I did really think 'what the heck?'. I was thankful it didn't take very long to get it done, but I can tell you, I was a little hurt. I know its dumb, but whatever.
This morning I got up... ugh! no! more snow! So I quickly grabbed the shovel and got mine done, and I went out there and thought "I'm not doing it! I'm only doing mine" and then a voice from deep down said "it's more than a sweatshirt you know". A deep sigh and a 'I know' and I shoveled all the normal peeps, AND the lady on the corner (I rarely do that house).
The sweatshirt? It says 'I choose to live love'. And I do. Almost always, but sometimes I get in my own way. But not shoveling, that's not living love.
Love is a choice. We can choose to live it or not. I choose love.
I went scrapbooking today, 57 pages! I could digitally scrapbook (its sooo cool) but there really is something about having that pictures, the pages, and the other stuff IN YOUR HANDS. I scrapbooked a lot, but as each picture and page ran through my fingers, love whispered into my heart.
I choose to live love.
Sometimes its hard.
But it is always my choice.
John 13:34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
P.S. When I got home, someone snowblowed my driveway. Thank You Jesus.