I read this this morning on Facebook, and it’s possibly the truest thing I’ve read there in a long time, especially on the subject of love.
It goes alongside the wisdom of not comparing someone else’s public face with your loved one’s (or your own) private one.
And it goes alongside something I read yesterday, a note from an old, old diary where I’d expressed my deepest fear that I was, at best, tolerated. I lived like that for a number of years. I don’t any more.
And with that I bid you good morning. Go. Love. Forgive. Or think about being forgiven. Remember that you, too, are more than just tolerated. You too, by someone, somewhere, and by the creator of the universe (whether you believe it or not) are loved.