I believe God calls us to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. This is my response to the Daily post weekly photo challenge to share what one love means to me:
God is Love.
Yes, I love God. I love Jesus. I believe that the love of God extends to all people, without exception, whether or not all people believe in Him.
I am a Christian. Some people may find that offensive. But, I don’t mean it to be. I don’t have all the answers, but I know that God is love and can only act out of love. I do not place limits on God. And, I believe that God welcomes all people to share in His love.
We may not all agree on theology or biblical details. I study the Word of God and think about what it means to me. I am not a blind follower. I hold fast to the Bible verse (Matthew 22:37) that says “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.” I am constantly asking questions and seeking God’s will in my life. I am constantly growing in my faith.
As I said, I don’t have all the answers, but I am open to sharing my faith. I lean on God. I am grateful for God’s mercy. I believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for me. I believe in His resurrection. I believe in a real Heaven.
This statue of Jesus carrying the cross is located at the cemetery where my beloved mother is buried. To me, it represents the greatest love of all.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.- Jimi Hendrix
Jimi Hendrix had it right!
Love is the answer. We all know this truth. So, why can it be so hard to unclench our fists or to hold our tongues?
Call it human nature. Still, if we want peace, we must be committed to being peaceful ourselves. We must make a conscious effort to choose peace when we can. We must look for opportunities to share the power of love with others.
I would be remiss not to share, that for me, Jesus is love, and I try to follow His way of peace. Prayer brings me peace.
How do you stay peaceful?
This morning my sweet Momma passed away and words cannot describe how much I miss her and how quiet it is here without her. Of course my brother and I are grieving but we know that she is now in a better place where she can stand and walk and jump and run in the presence of the Lord.
My mother was an incredible woman. She withstood a lot of discomfort along with limited mobility but she never gave up. My first post last year, after introducing this blog, was about her. You can see that post here. I showed her most of my blog posts and she enjoyed looking at all the pictures I took as well as some from other blogs.
When I took the Photo 101 class, my mother and I thought it would be a good idea to photograph our hands together to address one of the challenges. I am so glad we did because I treasure this photographic memory.
It is really hard being without her. We shared constant conversation and I keep wanting to tell her things. I am so lucky and grateful to have such a great brother to help me through these tough times. As believers, envisioning the freedom of movement that my mother must now have has brought us both solace. She has fought the good fight, finished the race and kept the faith as described in 2 Timothy 4:7. We know we will see her again.
Rest beneath the branches
of the weeping willow
and settle into nature
Let stress float away
like ripples in the water
or a cloud in the sky
and find comfort
in the certainty of God
(Posted as entry to A Momma’s View Nature Chills Challenge 3. I look forward to viewing all the other posts!)
This is a photograph of a section of stained glass in a nearby chapel which displays an associated message from the biblical book of Psalms. The verse may give you comfort in trying times.
“I lift up my eyes to the hills, from whence does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.”
( posted in response to JNW’s One Word Photo Challenge: Saffron)