The Greatest of These Is Love

Hi guys! Hope you are having a spectacular day!

I've been thinking about what to blog about... And my mind has been coming up blank, blank, blank. Well, I have about 30 minutes to kill before I start my last work shift before going on vacation tomorrow morning... Yep, you read that right. I am leaving for Michigan tomorrow morning to see my dad's family for a few days.

Originally I wasn't going to go, I had a lot going on and I've been pretty down since my grandma died but my wonderful uncle gently reminded me that I still have wonderful grandparents who love and miss me. So, I was able to get out of some things and am now able to make the trip.

I will get to see my grandparents, all my aunts and uncles, my cousins and my cousin's two boys, plus it works out that I will get to see my childhood best friend too! So many exciting things going on.

For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling truly happy and excited.

I do, however need to remember to practice my self care even when things are good...

Back to the title of today's blog... I've been doing my art therapy again and today I did one stating the Bible Verse "The greatest of these is love." And love truly is the greatest gift and blessing and something we need to not take for granted!

I hope you have a wonderfully amazing weekend filled with love because you deserve it! You are enough! You are loved. You are you and don't ever stop!

Lovingly,

Katie Bug

Comments

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