Love Language

I am more and more convinced that the discoverers of the love language ideas were right on track. I see more and more the differences in ways that people act and react to their surroundings and those around them. I am not good at verbal affirmations. I do much better in sharing, caring and doing for others.  I want to do all that I can to encourage and lift up those that mean the most to me. My gift of gab is not the way to go. I stumble over words, not knowing how to place the right combination together to let others know how I feel about them. I am quick to say I love you to those closest to me, but after that, the conversational skills go down. I am amazed and awed by those that can always articulate their feelings and thoughts so easily. I can easily give a hug, share a treat, or give a gift to show someone I care. I believe I do have the gift of hospitality. I love to open my home to others, share a meal, a cup of coffee or tea or an ice cream cone. What is mine, I will share with those I love.  In turn, I love to get a hug, have a phone call answered or returned, receive a card or letter and collect the many colored pictures and works of art from my children when they were young, and now their children. I adore my grandchildren. every hug and kiss and smile they have shared is bound in my memory bank forever. I love the sweet, thoughtful calls from my husband, the times he has taken me to a diner for breakfast, even when he doesn't like to go there and the small acts of love when he picks up a dish or folds a blanket or runs the vacuum. I am blessed when my family comes around to help in the house or the garden, or just pick some weeds from the patio. The thoughtful acts of cleaning up after a family meal or make me cup of coffee, just because.. thank you, Lord, for allowing us to show and receive act of love in different ways. It is like a bouquet of spring flowers, arranged in random display in a vase.