Love speaks a language that is deeper, lovelier, and more eloquent than any we know and speak. Love crosses every boundary- race, religion, class. And the beauty of love is that it was designed by a heavenly author.
My former youth pastors recently adopted a little girl from China. She is almost 7 and doesn't speak a lick of English. I would venture to say their Chinese is about as good. But the reports I have heard are incredible. She laughs with them, plays, hugs, cuddles, and trusts them, without being able to really communicate. It's the beauty of love.
At work, the ladies who cook in the back all speak Spanish. Despite my 4 years in school, I definitely am not proficient in the language by any means. But I say hola and pat them on the back, and ask about their ninos, and smile with each passing. And when I've been gone for a couple of days, they ask where I've been, and hug me. That's love. Somehow, I've conveyed love. No credit to me...just the beauty of an unspoken language.
Love someone today. Much love.
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