Love takes courage.
Only a few are willing to see it through.
Very often, people abandon love when it's inconvenient.
Emotion? No. Love is a decision.
Oh, heavens no. I could spend a lot of time waxing philosophical about this, but I'll shorten it to this: to effect change, love must be received. And nothing you can do as a person giving love can compel someone into receiving it.
I'm working on some presentations now, preparing to become an AP Computer Science Workshop Consultant. I don't know if these presentations are fabulous or not, but I find I'm spending a lot of time working on them because I enjoy the work.
Oh, gosh ... I don't know. "Love story" isn't really my genre. There's a love story that's a sidebar to the main story in "In His Steps"; perhaps that's the one I'd pick if I had to choose one.
Heart on my sleeve. I don't know how to relate to the world in any other way --- even though it hurts.
Homemade. Doesn't really matter what the food is. The love that my wife puts into her cooking is always evident.
I help out in the nursery during Sunday School each week. Our most faithful attendee each week is a little girl just over a year old. The Sunday before Christmas, she walked into the nursery carrying this (for her) huge jar of salted caramel chocolates and toddled over to me with this great big grin on her face. I've been rationing out those chocolates ever since then because every time I take one, I grin from ear to ear.
I might be caught up enough with my ordinary work duties to start working on some of my backlog this week. Let's hope ...