100 Words: On Love
Kindness grows in any climate, any time of year. Kindness has the heart of a flower growing in the crack of a rock, glad to be alive wherever it is.
Suspicion and blame take root in acidic soil, and overtake a garden not tended to or weeded regularly. Fear grows in clumps, banding together for a show of strength.
Fear is a servant of Love. Walk through fear and you’ll find Love, the Source of All.
Love wears a coat of many colors. It’s in sunshine, rain and wind.
Love breathes you, moves you.
Yes. It’s what built your heart.