Do you know you are loved? How do you know? Why do you know? Does someone tell you? Does someone show you?
These questions fill my mind when I think about my own life. We drove past a grove of trees yesterday where a woman had emptied her shopping cart of all her worldly possessions onto a bench and she was sitting there with her head down amongst it all. I wondered if she could ever remember she was loved by someone?
My heart knows I am loved but now and again, I want to hear those words with my ears. I want to feel that love wrap around me with arms touching me in tangible ways. I believe we are all wired to desire this love expression.