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'Listen For Love' nih kepada saya..
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LISTEN FOR LOVE
There are times when we are timid
and shy about expressing the love we feel.
For fear of embarrassing the other person, or ourselves,
we hesitate to say the actual words "I love you."
So we try to communicate the idea in other words.
We say 'take care' or 'don't drive too fast' or 'be good.'
But really, these are just other ways of saying
'I love you,' 'you are important to me,'
'I care what happens to you,' 'I don't want you to get hurt.'
We are sometimes very strange people.
The only thing we want to say,
and the one thing that we should say,
is the one thing we don't say.
And yet, because the feeling is so real,
and the need to say it is so strong,
we are driven to use other words and signs to say what we really mean.
And many times the meaning never gets communicated at all and the
other person is left feeling unloved and unwanted.
Therefore, we have to LISTEN FOR LOVE
in the words that people are saying to us.
Sometimes the explicit words are necessary,
but more often, the manner of saying
things is even more important. A joyous insult carries
more affection and love within the sentiments
which are expressed insincerely.
An impulsive hug says I LOVE YOU even though the words
might be saying very different.
Any statement of a person's concern for another says I
love you. Sometimes the statement is clumsy, sometimes
even cruel. Sometimes we must look and listen very intently for
the love that contains. But it is often there, beneath the surface.
A mother may nag her son constantly about his grades
or cleaning his room. The son may hear only the nagging,
but if he listens carefully,
he will hear the love underneath the nagging.
His mother wants him to do well, to be successful.
Her concern and love for her son unfortunately
emerge in her nagging.
But it is love all the same. A daughter comes
home late, way past her curfew, and her father
confronts her with angry words.
The daughter may hear only the anger, but if
she listens carefully,
she will hear the love under the anger.
"I was worried about you," the father is saying.
'Because I care about you and I love you. You are
important to me.'
We say I love you in many ways - with birthday gifts,
and little notes, with smiles and sometimes with tears.
Sometimes we show our love by
just keeping quiet and not saying a word, at other
times by speaking out, even brusquely. We show our love
sometimes by impulsiveness. Many times we have to show
our love by forgiving someone who has not
listened to the love we have tried to
express. The problem is
listening for love is that we don't always understand
the language of
love which the other person is using. A girl may use
tears or emotions
to say what she wants to say, and her boyfriend may
not understand her
because he expects her to be talking his language.
Thus, we have to force ourselves to really listen for
love. The problem
with our world is that people rarely listen to each
other. They hear
the words, but they don't listen to the actions that
accompany the words
or the statement on the face. Or people listen only
for rejection or
misunderstanding. They do not see the love that is
there just beneath the
surface, even if the words are angry. We have to
listen for love in
those around us. If we listen intently we will
discover that we are a lot
more loved than we
realize. Listen for love and we will find that the
world is a very
loving place after all. LOVE is a happy thing.
It makes us laugh.
It makes us sing.
It makes us sad.
It makes us cry.
It makes us seek the reason why.
It makes us take.
It makes us give.
Above all else it makes us LIVE.
365!
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It's been a year since I came to this new workplace. It has been great so
far and most importantly, I survived my first year here, so...hooray to me!
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