I've been thinking a lot about acts of love this month. Maybe it's because summer is wedding season and we've been to 2 weddings that really just exemplified love between the bride and groom. Maybe it's because my husband sacrificed time, energy, and finances for us to travel to Louisiana for a few lagniappe days with my momma. I needed those days. Always so very good to see my momma and even the recharge I get from the humidity and the culture. It restores my Louisiana part of my heart.
It's not easy to sacrifice for someone else, but after Toby and I had some good conversation about sacrifice. Sacrifices for each other and for our girls. They require no thought and effort sometimes but more often they require a ton of effort. At times a ton of driving! Parenting is hard, it sucks the energy out of me some days. Putting together a swing set for us all to enjoy and benefit from is a labor of love. Fixing jambalaya, even though it's methodical and habit now, is an act of tasty love. Those pots don't wash themselves.
Sacrifice is worth it, and sacrifice doesn't mean you or I am a doormat. I think it's taken me awhile, to convince myself of that but it's truth. So me bravely, my sacrifices don't equivalent me to doormat status but are acts of love and love always makes me a better girl!
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