i am grateful for LOVE

as you should know, we're spending the entire month here on spiritual anthropology talking about gratitude. one of the things i am truly grateful for is love. when we say the word love, we often think about romantic love-- from the lovers in the park holding hands to our many friends who are getting married every weekend it seems. (aside: congratulations, Illinois!)

while that definition of love is ideal and beautiful, love encompasses more.

love is definitely in the air, but it is also everywhere and you don't have to be in a relationship to experience the fullness of it. you can love your single self as fiercely and with as much effort.

one of my favorite quotes about love comes from Alice Walker's novel The Color Purple and simply says

"Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved."

how true is that? we all want to be loved, and believe it or not, we all are loved. we may not feel it all the time, but LOVE (what i like to call "God") has surrounded us with such exquisite beauty and grace. we just have to open our eyes to it.

love is not a way, love is the way. could you imagine how much better businesses would serve if love was their bottom line? or how about if churches really made people feel loved and welcomed? i tell you, there wouldn't be an empty space on the pew or a business that would close.

the truth is we're all hungry for love. in fact, we're built for it and need it to sustain us. we come from love and love is the perfect expression of who we are.

love is the path that leads us to LOVE, so go with love and live in the fullness thereof.

#loveambassadorcampaign #comingsoon

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