What does the heart know, really? 

I have been thinking a lot about the condition of the heart. Not in a medical sense..but in a soul sense.  The gut sense. 

I am not gonna try to come off self absorbed, however the truth of my life is my heart, no, for the purpose of this writing , I am gonna call it my soul.

Ok. My soul is, huge. I feel things so deeply. Mostly the people in my life, I feel in my soul.  Of course the obvious ones are my children, my family.  The most wonderful thing is when I look at one of my kid’s face, when they laugh. That, I feel, in my soul.  There is something about laughter, when my kids do it, that is so wonderful and amazing to me. It makes the times when tears fall, that much more deeply felt that I want to remove those..always. These are the moments, that you drink in like a tall glass of really cold water. Refreshes the soul.

Then, there are the people we walk through life with.  Not to be “movie kinda sappy,” but I remember a wedding I was privileged to attend a while back. The Bride was one of my co workers. Who is truly like a Daughter to me, now. I remember when she was at the beginning of the isle. She was absolutely breathtaking, but not because of what she was wearing, or her hair, or her very obvious beauty, but because of her soul. I looked at her soon to be husband at that split second, and…you could see his soul.  Those are the moments, and it’s really quick, but if you don’t take the second to see that, I can tell you, you are missing the world.

I think the trouble sometimes with how much people matter to me, is the potential to be hurt, most likely too easily. We are going to hurt one another. It is inevitable. It is going to happen. I guess, that if it was impossible to hurt one another, it would be that much more impossible to love. Love covers a multitude of sins the Bible says. God also, tells us, to above all else put on Love.  I am attempting, to put on Love as if it was on old ratty T-shirt, that you simply can not part with. It’s so comfortable. So warm..

I won’t put that on everyday, the way I should. But my soul longs for that…

And , for lack of a better way to put it, Me and my soul, are a work in progress.

PEACE!!