This morning as I had my “quiet time,” I was touched to the core by a song. Well, not so much the song itself, but its title.
“Live to Love” by Paul Cardall.
As I read this phrase my heart warmed and a wee voice inside said, “Yes, this is the way it is supposed to be.”
Such a phrase may sound trite or passe’, especially in a world that feels increasingly jaded, cynical ...
But think about it, friends, really, is there anything more important in life than loving? Loving ourselves, loving our family and friends, loving our fellow seekers who walk the planet with hopes of finding meaning and purpose—of being happy—just like us?
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there’s not.
Yet, if we’re transparent and willing to say what is, many of us would readily admit we’re not “living to love.”
We’re living to make ends meet or until the next paycheck arrives.
We’re living until the next best thing happens to us.
We’re living to raise our children and send them off to good colleges.
We’re living for the weekend.
We’re living, waiting, and working for retirement.
And more ...
What would it mean to you to “live to love”?
What if that was the very first thing that came to mind in the morning upon waking?
"Gee, how can I live to love today?"
Many people come to me and ask if I can help them discover their highest purpose. They somehow know they might not be living from the truest parts of themselves, that there’s something more. And there is ...
But what if our highest purpose is not to be the next Oprah or Deepak Chopra? What if our highest purpose is to diaper the baby, or visit mom in the nursing home, or bake a loaf of bread and take it to the sick neighbor?
What if all the razzle, dazzle, and hype don’t mean a thing? What if our careers are for naught except to make sure we have nice and comfortable lives for ourselves? Which is not a bad thing, mind you, but ...
What if our ultimate purpose in being here is to “live to love”?
Would that be good enough for you?