I didn’t realize as I stepped onto the landing and through the door of the laundromat that this day would be THE day a new crack would form in the universe, the universe of my heart.
You don’t have to spend much time in a small town before realizing everyone knows everybody’s business, also known as “dirty laundry” and yet I hadn’t a clue the young man who worked behind the counter along with his two toddlers, had recently been abandoned.
The above excerpt is from a writing project I’m working on, true accounts of “real life” happening all around me. Through a recent series of events my faith has been challenged, and I am on a soul journey to learn how to love my neighbor. By making myself available, specifically to single parents and their children, I am learning something very important about their needs, but even more surprising, I’m learning something very important about myself.
Without Jesus, my love is only as good as the people who gave up on them.
Fragile, fickle, conditional and selfish….
What does true love look like?
What does it mean to love our neighbor?
What does it mean to love the Lord our God with our whole heart, mind and soul?