My dad wasn't one for kisses and cuddles and 'I love you' but I knew my dad loved me. When he would playfully tease me, I knew he loved me. When he played tricks on me, I knew he loved me, when I could make him laugh I felt loved.
I was reminded of the 5 love languages as I thought about my dad and how he showed his love, not by giving hugs or telling me he loved me, or by giving gifts but he showed his love to me through humour.
My dad unknowingly taught me that people show their love in many different ways and whats more is that I felt loved by the way he showed his love for me.
We are so blind to what God has put in front of us, so distracted by the materialism of this world and by our own shallow existence that we have become more concerned by our own vanity and how we look and our outwardly appearance. Our lives are mostly centred around living a glamourous lifestyle, centred around fame, money and possessions, centred around sex and relationships, centred around reputation. Our lifestyles today are about keeping up with the joneses, being the toughest, being the best, w e've forgotten to see the beauty around us. We've forgotten that we are beautiful with or without make up, inside and out. We've forgotten that fame is when we are idolised by our children, our friends and our family, knowing that whatever we do we will always be stars in their eyes. We've forgotten the riches of life, the simple pleasures that cost nothing but mean the world - a heartwarming hug, a passiona...
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