The most amazing thing about my spring break has been feeling totally and completely loved. If anyone knows me, they know I like hugs- in fact, my hugs have been labeled “Sara Hugs,” and are coveted by many friends. ;) But, it’s not just hugs that I like, I love back scratches, back rubs, having my hair played with, and just a hand on my shoulder letting me know you care . See, touch is by far my predominate love language. Even when I was little and my parents had me take the love language test from Focus on the Family, touch has always been first and foremost. One of the things I've had to adapt to away from home has been learning how to receive other love languages, since not everyone speaks mine (Though I've converted my roommate, quite successfully, to speak my love language. I'm still struggling to learn hers as well as she's learned mine). I've learned over these last few days at home that I generally hug to give love, not receive. This doesn't mean...
So that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19