I was so exhausted in mass today that I kept zoning out and my mind kept wandering to all the stressful factors currently present in my life. Then as if the Father's voice was amplified through surround sound, I heard very loud and clear one distinct statement: "All He said was to love."
Don't worry, I'm not about to get up on a soapbox and start preaching God's love. I just thought, wow. Yes. Every time I get wound, stressed, and/or feel a little crazy in my head, I have to remind myself to keep calm, and carry on with the love, joy, and peace in my heart that I was raised with. I sound like a hippie don't I? Well, no. I'm just a 25 (almost 26) year old forever romantic. Plus, I really do believe that if we just love ourselves, and love each other, things would be a lot better.
Sometimes due to life experiences, we let our hearts harden, and we prevent ourselves from truly enjoying our lives. We all run into situations that allow us to choose misery or choose happiness, and we think of these things as emotions and moods, when really they are just every day choices we make. You can wake up and choose to have a bad day, or you can wake up choose to have a good day.
I think part of the reason why I love this particular Father so much is that we talk a lot about my favorite subject--love--or rather he talks about it in his sermons. And honestly, when he talks about love, he brings much peace to mind, and even a renewed hope, because it's like, "don't stress, just be the best person you can be, and share the love in your heart with those around you."
And sometimes I'll wonder if I'm so messed up that I need to constantly be reminded of that, because literally, every Sunday I feel like wow, yes, thanks for reminding me Father. But then I remind myself that we're all human--flawed and perfectly imperfect--and it's a never-ending journey to be the best versions of ourselves in this life.
BIG LOVE & HUGS