I do know a friend whose name is actually Courage.
I thought she was kidding at first,
anyone would merely dream of displaying such formidable surname.
It was 2013 when I met her and became friends
as we served together in a restaurant at a church.
In church, I was seated.
Waiting for communion
to be distributed.
The mind set on
things I wish I could have muted.
What I read in these threads disturbed me because a lot of it sounds exactly like the voices emerging from the political arena these days.
My dear readers, love must first be rooted in our homes as we embrace our spouses, our children, and our families; it then sprouts into our communities through our neighborhoods, schools, and churches. Valentine’s isn’t about a box of chocolates and a dozen red roses, but it’s in the how we express our love every day of every week of every month of every year. We are way too focused on the big picture and in how others choose to react, but we forsake where the real influence of love should initiate.
Remember?
It starts with me.
Ally Velsor 