I then noticed a small broken rock on the floor of my car. It had been there for awhile. It was not round or even oval, not smooth, not polished or even a nice gray color. It did, however, have a heart on it – it was indeed a Love Rock.
I held this Love Rock in my hand and had the thought, “Why isn’t this one good enough?”
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.
Is sharing love and joy conditional? And should love and joy only be given to those we deem deserving of it? Who gets to decide if someone is deserving?
Yesterday morning I turned on the news to find out that an old neighbor of ours moved back to Forest Grove. I never knew this neighbor when she lived around the corner from us, but we are very connected now. This neighbor has spent the last 10 months away from her family and now she is home. I’m sure much like we are, she is broken.
In the last 10 months, Tom and I have been on a mission to spread love and joy in honor of our community and our girls, Anna and Abigail. We are not choosing to spread love to only the people who are perfect, smooth and polished – I’m not sure if we would be able to find anyone like that. Rather, we share with everyone, being especially mindful of those who are broken in ways like us and our neighbor.
I know that when the day comes that I finally get to go home to be with God and my girls, I will see firsthand how God does not discriminate against His people. I am sure He does not divide us based on color, lifestyle or sin to determine who is more deserving of Heaven. We are all God’s children and His love is overflowing for each and every one of us – all we have to do is invite God into our lives and believe in that Love.
God commands us to love our neighbor and I know that is not always easy to do. Some would wonder why I would choose to love this particular neighbor after all we have been through. My answer is simple: I forgive and love her because God forgives and loves me. I am choosing love because this is what God commands me to do, even in the midst of unimaginable pain.
In choosing love I have found peace.
We are all broken, imperfect, rough around the edges and unpolished, just like my Love Rock. My hope is that the love and joy we spread is always rooted in God’s truth and is truly unconditional.
I will no longer be pulling only the perfect rocks from the bucket.