extent of love

Looking away, wanting things, it makes me miss what is right in front of me. The eyes, the people. The ones right in front of me.

Placed there by the very hands of God.

And I don't see them. Too many times I am looking away, eyes wandering, missing the moments being crafted. How blind I am.

Every day is a chance to love.

To choose love, learn love, receive love, and overflow it. To pour it out like fragrant perfume. To touch hands with the ones beside you. Look people straight in the eyes. To sit side by side on the floor, just being together. Being real. Seeing people - really seeing them.

So often I miss things because I am looking the other way.

Usually I am looking at myself.

Self-interest is the death of love.

My pride really needs to be broken. I think what I'm saying is - bring it on. Whatever it takes, God, do it, to stop me from looking at myself. I want to be like the whiskey priest* who thinks he is so unworthy that he will never ever be saved from damnation. That man always looks to others. He has no awareness of his selflessness because he is so occupied with engaging every person he encounters. He's unmindful of the extent of love he gives. I don't want to be aware of myself! I want to be aware of others...

devotedly and completely lost in love.

*The main character of the book The Power and the Glory