I was at church with my aunts.
There was a beautiful old lady there,
who was taking care of her handsome old frail husband.
I kept watching her in awe.
During the third meeting,
this lady raised her hand to make a comment.
She said that her mother had been a lovely woman.
When she was in a group of women
and the talk turned to saying unkind things
about other people,
she would say,
"Let's talk about ice cream!"
And I thought,
Maybe one day I could be the kind of person
with so much love
that I would rather talk about ice cream
than say something unkind.
Maybe I really could feel that way
and it wouldn't be preachy or false.
I want to reverence people.
mingled with love.
(From David O. McKay)
Usually, it is an emotion reserved for
how we feel about God.
But I can only dream of how rich life would be
if I respected everyone for the divine parts of them
and if I loved them for it.
Those feelings would mingle
into a sense of
It's you I like,
not the things you wear,
not the way you do your hair,
but it's you I like.
The way you are right now,
the way down deep inside you.
Not the things that hide you,
not your toys--they're just beside you.