Making Love

So the wee-one turned two this past week and people gathered around to celebrate and express their love. I don't know if this is true but feels as if Annabelle is especially loved by others. Just by virtue of her story and anticipated future obstacles and her sweet spirit.

In thinking about the party I turned somewhat philosophical about love. Love is not an "is", love is a "might be". In other words, love is not like iron ore - a certain finite amount in the universe. You cannot take love from one place and move it to another.

Love has to be created - and in some ways, as soon as it is expressed, love begins to dissipate and so must be expressed over and over and over again.

I would argue that love is created when we allow a bit of God to flow through us - to another person or a thing, a sunset, a good meal with friends.

So much love has been expressed / created because of Annabelle and it makes me pause.

Children with disabilities in some ways may be God's gift to us - like a free shot of "love espresso" in our life-latte. God says, "You think you know love? Watch this!" and he gives us a fragile person to care for.

The world has felt more love because of Annabelle than it would have without her.

I fear a world without disabilities and suffering.

I fear that it will be diminished in its love.