I love
you. I do. Each and every one of you. I don’t know all of the so many of you out
there all over the world that read my blog but I love you still the same? How can I possibly know that you ask? Because every time that I look to see a post
that I have written and read where all of you have read it from all over the
world I smile from head to toe and I think that I might even shine a little
bit. What else could do that than love?
You come from here at my home in the
United States, many that I know and don’t and from all over the world such as, Germany
and France, Ireland and Hungary. Russia,
the Ukraine, Iraq and Kuwait, the United Kingdom and Canada, the Philippines
and India, the Netherlands, Romania, South Korea and South Africa, Australia,
New Zealand and a great handful more. I
wish I could call reference to you all of you but after a couple of weeks BlogSpot
sadly groups you all into an area of reference, a continent rather than an actual
country. We’ve even had some very small
areas that the Gibson household wasn’t quite sure where it was and of course I
looked it up on the trusted internet like you do.
I now know where Moldova is, a beautiful
little country with lots of green and such beautiful architecture, right in the
middle of Romania and the Ukraine. I
feel like I have been all over every beautiful little section of South America
and quite frankly the rest of the world.
And all of this I have done while sitting in front of my little computer
in my little bedroom googling all of you.
Yes, I think that I love you all so
very much.
During Stake Conference today our
theme was based around that first great commandment of all, “Love One Another.” And it has gotten me thinking all day. Sometimes I think it is easier to love
someone that you don’t know, like all of you who make me smile from so far
away, than the very people who we see and interact with every day. I need to change that. I need to see those people with Christ’s eyes
and with Christ’s heart instead of my own.
I think if I did my heart would hurt with love inside of me it would be
so big.
I had a time where I
was asked to be of service for someone that I didn’t even know by someone that
I only knew through professional reasons.
I gladly accepted the weekly obligation thrilled that Heavenly Father
had found a place for me to serve his children.
Week after week I continued in this service that only took ten or
fifteen minutes out of my week once a week to do and I felt glad, but one day I
had a clarifying moment that took it to a new level for me that I had never had
before. At the last moment as I was
saying goodbye until next week to those younger members of this cute family that
I was able to help, my heart started pounding so fast that I thought it might
burst out of my chest and tears came unbidden to my eyes and for one brief second
it was as if I could feel the Savior’s love for them in my heart and His
thoughts in my head. “I love them,” He
spoke. “Thank you for loving them for me
today.”
Now, can I say that the very little,
literally only a matter of a few minutes every week that has come out of my
life, that I really have done near to nothing in helping that family, only the
slightest bit, but God did something in return by letting me feel His
love. And it’s moments like those that He
gives us, not for us to be some great help to our fellow man, though that is definitely
a very important part of it, but because He wants us to have little tastes of
the strength of His love for all of us so that we can strive one day to become just
like Him.
My nine year old Sam said to me the
other day, “Mom, do you know what my favorite part about Christmas Eve is?”
I instantly thought he would mention
our family tradition of opening all the family presents a day before most of
the rest of the world, or perhaps Papa’s house and potato soup, or even
Christmas Jammies at bed that night, but it wasn’t.
“I love that all of the kids sleep
in one room and we are all stuck together.
There’s nothing better.”
Sometimes Sam drives his four bigger
sisters completely nuts, I think Steph puts up with him better than most, but
even though Sam is such a totally easy going mellow boy to get along with he is
still a boy in a houseful of girls and more times than not his teasing as all
little boys do tends to annoy them, but he’s right, each and every one of them
loves being stuck together in the same room on Christmas Eve.
Sometimes the traditions that you
put together out of necessity and in this case sanity so Santa can sneak around
without getting caught, are really the things that draw a family together and
teach them all about that Christ Like Love that Heavenly Father shows us so we
can become just like His Son someday.
So now when you go about your days
this week, whether you are out and about at work or nestled tightly at home
working your little tooshies off, remember that I love you, I do, and that most of
all Heavenly Father and His most perfect Son love you too.