True Love And Charity Never Fails

I had so many touching moments today that brought so much emotion to the surface, all wonderful and eye opening.  There were songs and talks that I felt were aimed at me, that is always a very nice thought.  The day was all about charity and how it really means to love each other and ourselves.

I think that we don't love each other this way, maybe for fear of being hurt. Whatever the reason, I don't want to be closed off to being fully loved and to fully love everyone no matter what the circumstances.  I know that I have learned not to judge other people as I do not know the way they have had to live but I wondered if I have pure love for everyone?  That is how we are meant to love each other though, this is how I really want to love people.

I also know this doesn't happen overnight, this is a work in progress.   We are a work in progress each day, we are not expected to be perfect, we are however meant to be working on this daily.  I really believe it is amazing that there are people that love without judgement, they are able to see the full picture.  I have parts of the puzzle and I am working to have the whole puzzle.

I really feel that this is how I love David and how he loves me, we have no judgments towards each other, we see the bigger picture.  He's the one who made me see that it is possible to love other people the same way, even if they don't feel the same way about me.

The song below makes me feel so much emotion and makes me remember how blessed I am.  I am hoping that I could be this way with each person I meet in my life because it is true that whatever we do to each other, this is what we do to Heavenly Father.


A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief

A poor wayfaring Man of grief

Hath often crossed me on my way,

Who sued so humbly for relief

That I could never answer nay.

I had not pow'r to ask his name,

Whereto he went, or whence he came;

Yet there was something in his eye

That won my love; I knew not why.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread,

He entered; not a word he spake,

Just perishing for want of bread.

I gave him all; he blessed it, break,

And ate, but gave me part again.

Mine was an angel's portion then,

For while I fed with eager haste,

The crust was manna to my taste.

I spied him where a fountain burst

Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.

The heedless water mocked his thirst;

He heard it, saw it hurrying on.

I ran and raised the suff'rer up;

Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,

Dipped and returned it running o'ver;

I drank and never thirsted more.

'Twas night; the floods were out; it blew

A winter hurricane aloof.

I heard his voice abroad and flew

To bid him welcome to my roof.

I warmed and clothed cheered my guest

And laid him on my couch to rest,

Then made the earth my bed and seemed

In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death,

I found him by the highway side.

I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,

Revived his spirit, and supplied

Wine, oil, refreshment he was healed.

I had myself a wound concealed,

But from that hour forgot the smart,

And peace bound up my broken heart.

In pris'n I saw him next, condemned

To meet a traitor's doom at morn.

The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,

And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.

My friendship's utmost zeal to try,

He asked if I for him would die.

The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,

But my free spirit cried, 'I will!'

Then in a moment to my view

The stranger started from disguise.

The tokens in his hands I knew;

The Savior stood before mine eyes.

He spake, and my poor name he named,

'Of me thou hast not been ashamed.

These deeds shall thy memorial be;

Fear not, thou didst them unto me.'