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Valentines Day

As I get dressed today and think about what I am going to wear, I am reminded of how I am to clothe myself. If compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience are to be my garments, then they need to be worn daily and not buried in the back of my closet. I think of compassion as the shirt I pick out, I wear it closest to my heart and it is the  most noticeable. I will think of kindness as my favorite blue Jeans, the pair that I look forward to putting on. They are soft, flexible and always feel like a best friend. Humility, I will wear around my neck; beautiful and simple but grounding and pulling the whole outfit together. Gentleness, I will wear all over, as a pleasant aroma, approaching others with a sweet, gentle, fragrance. Patience, my friend, is worn on my finger as a wedding ring. It is as multi-faceted and complex as a beautifully cut diamond. Patience is valuable, costly, and always takes commitment.

Of all the garments to be worn, each equally as important as the other, I feel most drawn toward gentleness. Phil. 4::5 says, "Let your gentleness be evident to all." It's why I've chosen gentleness to be my word this year. While I will continue to practice wearing compassion,  kindness, humility and patience each day, I want to focus on gentleness. My hope is to learn to live gently, treating myself, others and our planet gently. It's a great way to start a Valentine's Day, full of love, kindness, and gentleness.

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