Today the pianist and I went to a workshop on spiritual writing. One of the challenges we were given as a group was to write a short segment on either love or gratitude as a gift. I chose love. At 83 years of age I love the memories of which I am composed. They are a mental journal that allows a self -examination, serious or amusing, but always driven by love. What a joy it is if you confess that one of the things your love is, is for yourself. The Presbyterian part of me says, "Is that selfish?" I don't think so. It's taken me a long time to figure that out, or at least to admit it. If you love yourself, then it follows that you believe you are lovable. If you accept your own gift to yourself that you are truly lovable, you can, when as Leviticus 19 says "love your neighbor as yourself" , that is truly a lovable gift you give to your neighbor. It makes all the difference!
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