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My students come running into class filled with smiles, laughter, and hugs. When they bring me “flowers” (dandelions and weeds) from the playground in their little hands. When they see I am sad they always make sure I am “okay.”
I feel loved when I get an unexpected letter, email, or text—even if it just says “thinking of you.”
I feel loved when I have that time with friends for laughter, talking, and of course Starbucks thrown in. I feel loved even when the Starbucks barista gives me my drink “on the house.”
I feel loved when I am told I am beautiful.
I feel loved when I am smiled at.
I feel loved when I think of everything that God did for me---how He gave His Son as a precious gift to die for ME. I feel loved when I sit and read God’s Word and the love letter He wrote to me. I feel loved when I think about everything God has blessed me with~ a wonderful family and friends.
What a nice post! This week's theme was more difficult for me than the last one. I'm not sure why. Thank you for sharing such a sweet post here for us to read.
ReplyDeleteThe ultimate love, that He sent His only Son for us.
ReplyDeleteYep when I read that Love letter he wrote me.
ReplyDeleteLove it
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