When he was young, my son loved to go on walks, using his keen little-boy eyes to scout for treasures. What parent hasn’t experienced the excitement (and apprehension) of unloading a little fellow’s pockets on laundry day? After a particularly fortuitous walk, he presented me with a stone. He didn’t really say anything; the message was the stone itself: it was shaped like a heart.
The heart-shaped stone has sat on my kitchen windowsill ever since, a reminder of feelings that are apparent even when not spoken. Love lives in this house. Over the years, the heart-shaped stone has shared its space on the windowsill with other serindipitous objects: heart-shaped jelly beans, toy hearts, flower petals. . .while peeling a butternut squash for Thanksgiving dinner, we discovered the cross-sectioned interior resembled a heart, and briefly flirted with the idea of displaying it alongside the stone. But my soup recipe was calling, and stones don’t draw fruit-flies.
I picked up the heart-shaped stone today while clearing away some other kitchen clutter. I held it in my hand and smiled. Once evident of a little boy’s love for mommy, it continues to remind me to look for the love that’s all around; to look for love in unexpected places. The heart-shaped stone will always reside on my windowsill. And when I’m gone, I want it to be passed along so its message abides.
~ All you need is love.
~ And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
~ Brief is life, but love is long.
~ For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten son.
~ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.