Nagy

How do you spell love? You don’t spell it, you feel it. A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the differences. This kind of love is directed towards the good of others even at the cost to oneself.

In this world, and in my country, I would like to hug everyone because everyone seems to need one. Too many people are filled with anger and hate. Weeds are flowers too once you get to know them. I am blessed that all of my little weeds have turned into adult flowers. I am proud of all of them, and they seem willing to take care of me. I wonder sometimes how my babies can possibly be 60 years old. I am sure it was just yesterday that I was changing their diapers. Now my grandchildren have children. They are easy to hug and love. It is strangers that I must love enough for them to feel it, so they can pass it on.

I am frequently lost. I have no sense of direction. The creator of this world is never lost. He created all the beauty for the world to enjoy, whether they are man, critters or even the trees.

I think warmly of the people I’ve met since I have moved to Northern Michigan. It’s no wonder I want to live the rest of my life right here. As well as human friends, I just saw a newborn fawn. My smile almost cracked my face and my heart filled with joy. The world around me fills my soul with happiness.

The only reason for tears is when I read about some of the horrors going on now in our country. Did we forget we started as a democracy which was directed towards the god of all, even at the costs to oneself?

We are not a country for only the rich. We should worry most about our children’s food, housing, and education. They learn what they see, so we must be good role models. We must make our next generation one to be proud of because of their love and generosity. I wish all who read this peace in their days.