Love

Yesterday, at a red light, I noticed a couple in the car next to me. I noticed the car turning left had "Happy Birthday" painted across the back window in pink. I noticed a family in a van as I turned, and I noticed the people in the parking lot walking with their kids or friends, or alone. I was struck by the thought that each of these people is loved, loves someone, or aches to be loved. As humans, we have a powerful capacity to love. Or to hate. I don't know why those busy scenes brought that thought to my mind, but I cherish the thought that each of us is loved by the same Father, who knows us all.