We’re different and that’s ok

I’m messy and you’re not. I’m late, you’re early. You prefer to fly and I like to ride the train. You have red hair and I’m a brunette. You prefer the universe, I prefer Jesus. It’s ok. I’ve learned that not only are we different but its preferable. We were made that way. And even though we are different. I don’t judge you and you don’t judge me. We don’t have to accept our differences but we also don’t judge each other for it. Please don’t accept my life style if you don’t want to, and it goes both ways. I won’t be bothered that you are not in agreement with my opinions and my choices. In fact, I’m still learning to respect them.

What I appreciate about my grown children is that when they recognize I am potentially doing something that is not helpful for me or could even be harmful, they will kindly ask me to please consider eating my vegetables over a bag of chips. I’m not offended by that anymore, because I realize it is out of love and concern for me that they say these things. They simply want me to live longer. To feel better and improve my quality of living so that I can be here longer for them, for their children. My grandchildren. That’s what Love looks like.

My husband (their father and grandfather), in my opinion, ate the most incredibly horrible tasting things that were the utmost of healthy things I had ever known. He learned to love sauerkrauts and their juices. He drank it for breakfast!! A specialty tea that was carefully mixed by a legendary guy named Brian. Essiac tea could only be ordered from somewhere in the midwest from this guy. It was an old native American mixture of herbs and other things I had never heard of. My husband called it ‘dirt’ or ‘drinking his mud drink’. I so admired him for this. Why did he do it? Because he loved it? NO, he didn’t love it. At all. At first, he nearly gagged when he drank it 2–3 times a day for nearly 2 years. He drank it because he wanted to stick around longer for his family. He knew this was a cancer fighting drink, and so he drank it. That’s what Love looks like.

We say things and do things because we are loved and we love. If we say or do things for other purposes, then it would be important to evaluate our thinking. I am continuing to learn that if I can see the love in it, before it is spoken or received, then I am much more at peace to speak it or receive it.

That’s what true Love looks like.



I was a hospice nurse and transitioning into procuring plants. I no longer care for the sick. I’m now taking care of me. Learning to live amongst the living.

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