Love is love, we love people, they love us back, and that really should be it, yeah? God is there should we choose yeah?
Well I wanted to do this blog on Love and God for a few reasons. I think as a species many of us take love for granted. We know and accept love from others, but do we truly understand love and God? Some will say they do, I am not sure, read on, you be the judge
From my 38 years on this blue globe I have been lucky, I have a massive family and love was always there, taken for granted maybe. Many of my family including myself have been sharing pictures from family from as far back as the 1800’s but also from the last decade or so, and some have left us on Facebook, it brings back tears and smiles
When I look at a picture of my Gran or my Aunt or my Uncle who have left us, I look back and think “They told me they loved me” and then I think “Did I truly love them back” I do this often
So it brings me to the point of this blog. We all have family many miles away, in another country, or many miles away, I do. And the very last thing I say is “I love you” one letter and two small words that take a second to say. Do we say this often enough? From my point of view no, I do, but I know many who don’t, people rush about in our world, caught up in moments and forget to say these words. So I say them, so I can never live in regret at not saying this simple quick phrase
I will give you an example. Katie, my Nana died 15 year or so ago now, and I used to go to her home every night to check she was ok, lock the door etc as I lived near, the last night I went I did not say “I love you” the next night I failed to go and visit her, something got my attention and I just did not go. She died that night. This is the Photo of her in the afternoon before she died. This was the day after Boxing Day; she was at my Uncles house.
She was looking at my Cousin here, with love in her eyes
This was her last picture, and I remember standing at the funeral in bits saying to myself “Why did you not go and visit you idiot” I really hated myself and was beating myself up. Then one day, years after, a family member put it different context for me, one I had not thought about. This family member said “Had you visited that night, you would have been the one to find her dead, and she would not have wanted that for her Grandchild” And in an instant I felt the pain turn from, pain to love and a weight came off my shoulders in an instant
I would have been the one to find her in the hallway, dead. Was there divine intervention here? Was it made so that a younger Shaun would not find her? I often ask myself this, and this is the second story I had to share in my “Quest for God” in my life. I already shared the other story about my two kids before they were to go on their first holiday away from me and their Mother (Miss Shaun) I was so worried for them, this was 10 years ago, they were children, I looked to the sky and asked God to look after them, then as I looked at a small portion of a very big sky, 2 shooting stars flashed past my eyesight. Out of this BIG HUGE dark night sky, just where I was looking, these 2 shooting stars flashed before me. I thought “My god” at the time and presumed this was from God, and from that to day to this, I know this is where my interest in God and TRUE love started. I loved, yeah, but this gave me new insight into real love
So love is an easy thing to say, but do we take it for granted? We can easily turn on the nightly news and look at the world and say “How can this be love” But I often say this “An individual act of kindness” and I say it often. One person at a time, one individual at a time, we can change our ways and love more. And perhaps mean it more. I love my Kids, and my heart hurts when theirs do. I know this as real love. Love that hurts as I care so much, am I the same with an Aunt or an Uncle? I don’t know. My brothers and sisters I love, but to this extent? I don’t know, all I know is I love them.
Love is a topic that I could talk and debate about all day long. My two stories I shared above drew me to god. And there were NO OTHER reasons I could think for these events to happen with my Gran and my Kids. Not finding my Gran dead and the two shooting stars
Was this an individual act of love and help from god? Or was it just chance? Twice? I find that hard to believe
Love and guidance to you all