One of my responsibilities at home is to take out the garbage Monday and Thursday mornings. Taking the garbage cans out to the end of the driveway two days a week is as mundane as mundane goes, but my wife appreciates it.
There are over 6 billion people on this planet and just about all of them do not know me, do not care for me, do not love me.
When I take out the garbage it has great value to the one person who, more than any other person on the face of this earth, knows me, cares for me, loves me: my wife, Raquel.
Love is an important word, but it requires action.
I wonder if love can be seen in something as mundane as every Monday and Thursday morning taking out the garbage?
I think so …