A Christmas Day image-and-word meditation:
What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
if I were a wise man, I would do my part;
yet what I can I give him – give my heart.
From the poem, “In the bleak midwinter”, 5th stanza (1872) by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)
occasional observations of mind and heart, soul and spirit 
I love the concept of giving my heart!! When I decided that I was going to make my own LEGO kits the only piece that wasn’t negotiable was the red or pink heart because I think caregivers need to give and receive lots of love…. And that’s exactly what God gives us even when we don’t always deserve it.
Love!
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Ah, my dear Loretta, I believe you’ve shed a bright light on a truth of love: None of us deserves love, at least, not the love that is free gift; given precisely because the giver possesses it and, liberally, unconditionally (irrespective of who the receiver is or what the receiver does), can and will choose to give it away.
Love
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