Today is a day of celebration in a small part of the world. One nation celebrates in honor of a long ago hard-won battle for freedom. Much food will be prepared and many grills will be fired up. An abundance of beverages, meats and desserts will be consumed along with various side dishes and other snacks. As the heat of the day gives way to the evening hours, firework displays will light up the night sky. Freedom will be remembered with nationwide pride, social excesses and great fanfare.
Today is a day of celebration for one part of the blog world. One blogger celebrates in honor of hard-won battles for Love. Many posts have been prepared and a few photos have been posted. An abundance of notes with encouragement and insight centered on faith, healing, hope, life, love, relationships and Truth have been on display. As the heat of this day gives way to the evening hours, there will most likely be a few tears flowing with gratitude, praise offered in humility and prayers spoken seeking guidance. Freedom will be remembered knowing that even though the world carries a weight of evil and our lives are constantly bombarded with personal attacks, wars of indifference and individual battles of bitterness and hatred, there is always Love.
The blog began as a personal project at a time when my heart needed nourishing. I needed to see, to hear, to feel–to be reminded–that there was indeed Love still thriving in this world. The personal project was meant to keep me focused but it soon developed in a fashion to encourage others. A year ago when Shadows of Love began on WordPress, I sat practically in the same spot on my sofa as I am sitting now. A year ago, circumstances were much the same as they are now. I still need to see, to hear, to feel–to be reminded–that there is indeed Love still thriving in this world. The fact of the matter is, I was desperate to be seen, to be valued, to be accepted, to belong and to be loved.
Perhaps even more, my heart is desperate for nourishment and always will be. I still need a target to keep me focused away from the weight of evil, personal attacks, wars of indifference and individual battles of bitterness and hatred. On this day of celebration, the issue is not that I am fervently passionate about celebrating Independence Day. The fact of the matter is, I still desperately long to be seen, to be valued, to be accepted, to belong and to be loved.
I need never to lose sight that there is always Love.