|Sunset from our backyard|
I have been told many times in my life (in my younger life, especially) that my idea of unconditional love is a fairy tale.
I didn't realize until quite recently how much I had allowed that toxicity to deform me. (Though when you hear that from the time you are small, one wonders how I could have ever believed that it had not affected me.)
It has been through my devotion to Our Lady of Guadalupe (or "our most perfect Mother" as I like to say in my Catholic voice) that I have come to realize the deformity in me and the possibility for reshaping that innocent heart with which I was born.
And by "innocent," I do not mean "naive" but rather, unmarred and pure -- the heart with which we are all born.
I am spending time on my retreat praying and reading about what Perfect Love actually looks like.
Right before my retreat, I got to see a most hideous example of what it does not look like -- a mother being verbally and emotionally abusive in public to a very small girl. That mother herself was obviously not loved well as a child and now she is giving that same ugly gift to her daughter who will then, most likely, pass it on to the people in her life.
Here's my question: how, first, could you love yourself better? And how, then, could that change how you express love to everyone around you?