Love is not about how much you say I love you but how much you prove that it’s true.
— Gabrielle Funaro
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| Where there is love there is life - Mahatma Gandhi |
Thomas S. Monson has repeated this poem a few times, and it truly demonstrates how we might say something but then do something quite opposite.
“I love you, mother,” said little John;
Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on,
And he was off to the garden swing,
Leaving his mother the wood to bring.
“I love you, mother,” said rosy Nell;
“I love you better than tongue can tell;”
Then she teased and pouted full half the day,
Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play.
“I love you, mother,” said little Fan;
“To-day I’ll help you all I can;
How glad I am that school doesn’t keep!”
So she rocked the babe till it fell asleep.
Then, stepping softly, she fetched the broom,
And swept the floor, and dusted the room;
Busy and happy all day was she,
Helpful and happy as child could be.
“I love you, mother,” again they said—
Three little children going to bed;
How do you think that mother guessed
“Which Loved Best?” by Joy Allison
“A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another” (John 13:34).
The desire to lift, the willingness to help, and the graciousness to give come from a heart filled with love. True love is a reflection of Christ’s love.
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| Live every moment, Laugh every day, Love beyond words |
Living is the art of loving. Loving is the art of caring. Caring is the art of sharing. Sharing is the art of living.
— Booker T. Washington