I had checked out my groceries and was pushing my cart out the door. As I walked out into the cold, an elderly black couple was coming in. The gentleman was probably 85 years old, the lady around 80, both bundled up in coats.
But what caught my eye was the tiniest thing.
As they slowly walked in, she was adjusting his collar just so. It had flipped up and she was making it right. She didn’t make a big deal about it. He didn’t push her away. They stayed in step, never missed a beat.
It was a little thing. But those little things add up.
Sometimes we make love complicated. We think it asks big things of us, sacrifices we can’t make. Not enough time. Not enough energy. Not enough us.
But maybe we make it too hard.
Maybe a lifetime of big love is really a lifetime of little loves all added together.
- Like, Jeff kissing me goodbye every morning before he goes to work. I’m still in bed so he keeps the light off. He whispers, “I love you” and slips out the door.
- Or like my friend Kay gifting me a pack of Cadbury eggs every March because she knows how much I love them.
- Or like God surprising me with an exquisite sentence in a book or extended time with special friends or yellow daffodils blooming every spring.
We know how good it feels to receive those little loves. And we know how good it feels to give them.
It aligns us with God’s intention in the universe.
Even if it’s just straightening our husband’s collar when we’re walking into Walmart.
It’s God’s math.
(A Little Act of Love) x (One Day at a Time) = Greatest Commandment Fulfilled
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What little act of love do you enjoy receiving? Giving? Please share in the comments.
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