I had in mind to write something fine and polished this morning, something so well formed that the beauty of the words would touch something deep and genuine, something that resonates with the best parts of hearts and minds.

But at the moment all I can come up with is how wonderful it is to live among friends who aren’t afraid to say “I love you” and who will at least every now and then take the time to stop by or call or send a text or email that just reminds you that even though you know you aren’t as good as they seem to think you are it’s still awfully good to know they think highly of you.

And even the ones who maybe don’t think you’re all that but sure love you anyway, well it’s mighty good to have them around, too.

And to remember that in God’s good grace, we are loved in spite of all our imperfections. Loved completely, infinitely, wonderfully, stubbornly, tenderly through every single one of life’s twists and turns and the whole wide range of all our choices.

So, for today, I think I will love the loving that I receive, that I give, that I witness, that I crave, that I treasure. And will try to dish it out in full measure, heaped up and running over.

And I’m pretty sure that will make a good day. The kind of day we all want to have.

H. Arnett
11/17/16