with all my heart

"wherever you go, go with all your heart" -- Confucius

It's been over four months since I first arrived in Spain. In some ways, it's hard to believe it's been so long because I feel like I just stepped off the plane. But when I slow down to think about the experiences I've had, the people I've met, the beauty I've seen, the love I feel for the Spanish people and their culture, I'm amazed that it's only been four months.

This love is not just a fascination with all the new and different things I'm experiencing daily. While Spain hasn't yet become "home" to me, I am constantly finding myself more comfortable with the language and more easily able to adjust to cultural customs. But what I've come to realize is that this comes not from an attitude of obligation, but rather a deep sense of love.

Making sandwiches for our homeless neighbors

I can't explain this love with words because it is too vast, too extraordinary, to out-of-this-world. I experience this love through an un-explainable ache in my heart for people I don't yet know. Compassion. My heart actually pains for the poor, the hungry, the lonely, the broken in this world. It hurts me so much that I can't just stand by and watch or hear stories; I feel an overwhelming need to do something, anything, that might bring love, joy, hope to these people. Because that's what love does. It acts. It listens. It cares.

The more time I spend here, the more my heart aches, and the more I love these people. I deeply desire for them to know love and to be loved and known. We, as a community, have begun going out in our neighborhood to sit down with some homeless people to have a conversation over some coffee and sandwiches.

The idea behind this is simply to give them back their humanity. They are first people, then homeless. They are no different from the rest of us just because they don't have a building or room to call home. We are a community of human beings.

It's time we all start acting like a community. It's time we open our hearts fully, allowing us to receive love and give it more fully, to be love, and to act on that love. It doesn't take a special person to do this. We are all capable of loving our neighbors, whatever that looks like. But do we love them? Do we open our hearts enough to allow ourselves to love more fully?



Wherever you are, may you love with all your heart.

♥ mk