Love, it seems, is much more about choices and commitment than about feelings.
Do I love my baby more when I kiss her or when I hold her for an hour in the middle of the night because she is ill?
Do I love my children more by saying "I love you" or by abandoning my needs to tend to theirs?
Do I love my husband more by by sitting next to him snuggling or by standing by him, day after day, during the most stressful days of his life.
Love is less about my feelings and what I get out of it and more about desiring to uplift, uphold and fulfill the person I love. In doing so, I will reap rewards for sure, but the doing never stems from desiring that outcome. I love, never expecting to receive, still, love always finds it's way back.
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