ann kiemel

love

is

all there is...and

was...and all there ever

will be...

love is like the clean,

morning air. and a bird dipping

low over curling ocean waves.

you feel it when sun rays warm 

the chill in the air...and someone

smiles at you in a way that says

you are special.

brandt called.

"oh, mom, i hate to say this,

but i have 75cents...and am almost

out of gas. until i'm done with

emt school, i can't get a second

job."

he's the firefighter in the

family, with my beautiful daughter-in-

law and grandson.

i rushed to a post office.

my check would cost $40 for

overnight. $32 for two-day 

service. $7 for priority.

the gentleman behind the counter

says sometimes it gets there in

three days....priority.

"Jesus is my Hope," i look at him.

smiling. eyes shining."here's

$7!"  love is speaking Jesus' name.

the Author of all love.

 

tonight.

why did i do that?    

what if brandt runs out

and priority takes a week? 

well, divine Love makes a way

through, even if the mountains

have to be pushed apart, and

the envelope carried on the

wings of an angel. i believe.

my dear friend, sarah, stuck

$5 in her pocket and headed to a

thrift store close by. she finds

miracles. a mentally-delayed

man was asking the person

behind the counter how long he

would hold a certain shirt.

"24hrs."

"aw....can't you hold it two

weeks when i come back?"

"24hrs.!"

""come on! two weeks..."

sarah spins around.

"how much is the dang shirt?"

"$5."

"i'll buy it for him."

she pulls out the crumpled $5

bill. "i'll have to go to my car

and look for the 25cents.."

the worker volunteers that amount.

"i have my new shirt!"

"i have my new shirt...for my

grandpa's birthday."

and he is dancing around.

clutching his new gift.

sarah watching, with tears on

her face.

love is Jesus,

orchestrating each moment.

putting people together, in all

kinds of places, at exact moments

to create miracles in our lives.

don't forget to be love

where you live.