Thoughts on "Love" with Imparting Grace

Happy Tuesday, friends! With any luck, we made it safely to North Carolina yesterday, and I am currently following my girls around Nannie's house trying to keep them from playing tea party with her 1936 wedding china. I was lucky enough to have several fabulous bloggers offer to write guest posts for me this week, and my friend Richella was one of them. I love what Richella has to say today!

Hello, all you friends of Amanda's! I was so excited when Amanda asked me to write a guest post for her.

I'm Richella from Imparting Grace, and I love it here at Serenity Now. 


To begin with, I love Amanda: she's fun; she's funny; she's smart; she's honest. And she's such a wonderful member of the blogging community. I first got to know her from the encouraging comments she left for me at my blog. Since I've gotten to know her better, I've liked her more and more.The other reason I love it here is that Amanda is a member of one of my favorite groups of people: she's a young mom. 


I am a real fan of young moms. They're my heroines. In fact, I think they're some of the most wonderful people in the world, and I like to hang out with them.

Recently I hosted a baby shower for two young moms, and I was reminded of a gift given to me by the wonderful lady who hosted my very first baby shower, 19 years ago:

The artwork just screams 1991, doesn't it? But the message is timeless. The writer of these words is not identified, although some of you will recognize them as having been inspired by I Corinthians 13. I want to share them with you.

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place, but have not love--I am a housekeeper, not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements but have not love, my children learn of cleanliness--not godliness.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.

Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.

Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials.

Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.

Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

As a mother there is much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.

I don't know about you, but this really touched my heart. I think it could be applied to many different kinds of relationships: husband and wife, friend, sister, daughter. Richella's blog, Imparting Grace, is full of inspiring thoughts and beautiful posts about her faith, family, and (gorgeous!) home. Stop by and tell her I sent you. Thank you for sharing today, Richella!