Tuesday, July 26, 2011
love in a heat wave
If I let my husband drive the car that has air conditioning and have not love, I am just a honking horn. If I keep the house at 78 and keep all the household appliances off and have not love, I am an environmentally conscious nothing. If I blow my emergency menopause fan onto the woman beside me in line and have not love, I am only a nuisance.
Love is patient in hot weather, love is kind to other people who lose their victory. Love does not envy those at the pool, does not boast of its own time at the beach, is not proud of a tan. Love does not try to get the best place in the shade. It is not rude to plodding service people, it is not easily angered by the traffic slow downs. Love does not give the finger to the driver who cuts in after speeding past in the blocked lane. Love always honors the humanity of others, always trusts that they are just not at their best, always hopes there is ice cream in the freezer at home and always hangs on til the sun goes down.
Love never fails. Even in 100 degree weather. Give that a thought.