Start With Love

Start with love.

The feeling of it. The warmth in your chest. The coolness on your forehead. This is the truest truth of all.

This new day… erased of all the chaos of yesterday… it is fresh and full of promise. We know what’s coming. We know. It never fails. It will have collisions and hurdles and anger. Disappointing people. Disappointing selves. Diapers and dishes. Destruction and mess. Too much. And not enough. Pouring out from an empty jug. Maybe aching hearts for the world. Or aching heads from horrors that don’t seem too difficult to fix… but aren’t. Maybe the chaos in the kitchen is enough. You can’t think about anything beyond that. This new day. It will not be perfect. But for a moment here at the beginning it is new… and the newness is an invitation. A little glimpse into the hope that lies ahead of us.


Start with Love.

For this little moment… claim a little space. As much as you need. And hear the soft voice. The gentle hand. The persistent never leaving presence. Love’s open eyes looking at you.

This is the soil of the soul. The sun of every timid growth we dare to extend in a turbulent environment. This is the space and the substance of life. Good life. Healthy life. Strong life. Courage and kindness and truth. Not knowledge. Not labor. Not anger or indignation. Not hustle. Not heartbreak. Not chatter. Not silence. They are fruits. The root is Love.

Start with love. Early in the morning. Start here.

Our creator took down every barrier to receiving it. Every law, every distance. Every mountain that stood immovably in the way has been moved. Split right down the middle from top to bottom. Except one. He left one wall in our hands, because he is tender with us. Our minds. The gateway between heaven and earth. So start here in this fresh moment before everything has gone sideways (or should I say, normal)… crack open a small window at the top of your dusty attic and see what light spills in.

Love. Waiting for the invitation to wash you in a gentle something you have needed badly. A wash of stability in a string of infinite universes of crazy. Peace. Harbor. The ‘No Matter What’ of all the everythings everywhere.

Those who find the attic window and learn to fumble with its stubborn locks and lean into its creaky hinges and feel even the briefest moment of Love’s fresh breeze on their faces… they are imperishable. Come what may.

Reach out for a sliver of time, no matter what you’re feeling… brush up against the foundation of all hope. Start with love. And stay with love. This is the safe place you can come back to no matter what the day brings. It has always been here. It will never leave. Sink roots. Grow in strength. Start with love.

“I pray that out of the riches of His glory, He may strength you with power through His Spirit in your inner being. So that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and grounded in Love, may have power, together with all the saints, to comprehend the length and width and height and depth of His love, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge. That you may be filled with all the fullness of God.” – Ephesians 3:16-19


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