When I was just a child, I’d get real funny around babies and other little kids. I’d watch them explore their world with a rising sense of resentment in my chest. I’d even feel a momentary relief–or something–if they’d begin to be sad. It’s as if I resented them for thinking they could feel loved and happy.

How atrocious.

But if you’re pretty deep, you could probably gather that I was not a happy child.

Fast forward at least twenty-five years, and I will shoot down anything and anyone threatening to take my children’s happiness. I’m full of compassion and empathy for them. They’re a part of me, and honestly, I don’t think any other human could love them as much as I do.

Why am I telling you this?

Because I feel like some people get stuck.

They’re stuck resenting others for seeking love and happiness–while their own has been withheld or elusive.

That could have been me but I’ve experienced true love. And that’s what has changed me. True love. The love that comes from Love Himself.

And I’ve been filled.

Once you’ve tasted it, you cannot help but share it with those around you. Especially those little ones.