LOVE

His name was Tim, but it could have been John or Frank, or Jane or Mary because you see he was every little lonely boy and girl who has ever been. He was an orphan and his aunt, who had taken him in after his mother died, never failed to remind him of the sacrifices that she was making for him.

And then he made a friend; a woman who befriended him and just loved him, asking nothing in return. So one day, and it wasn’t her birthday or even Christmas, he brought her a gift just because he felt like it.

He explained that he had made the tiny little box all by himself. When she opened it there was nothing inside, at least nothing she could see.

Then Tim explained that what was inside was his love for her; his thanksgiving for who she was and what she meant to him. “My mother always said that you can’t see love but that you can feel it.” And with these words he smiled and went back out into a soft and swelling snow that had just begun to fall.

“Love covers a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8