Moving Mountains
I’ve come to realize something these last few days. Something I should have realized long ago. There is a power out there. It’s greater than you’re darkest of days, or your worst moment. It’s greater than your biggest mistake. It’s so great it will move mountains for you, cross the widest river for you. It’s so great, that the one who wields this power would sacrifice everything for you, even one’s own life.
A friend of mine was visiting the other day. He was talking about his daughter. She was born into a pretty crappy situation, and her mom didn’t want that for her. My friend adopter her. And here is what he was saying: ”There isn’t a thing my daughter could do that could stop me from loving her. She might piss me off, or get herself into trouble, but I lover her. She isn’t my flesh, begotten by me, but I love her has much as I love my own begotten son.”
I know without a doubt my friend would do anything for his daughter. And that is the power I was speaking of. It’s love.
