What is the nature of the things we find ourselves doing, saying or thinking? Are they loving?

Love.

All other emotions are degrees of negativity.

Deeply-seated as self-doubt can be,

or surface-level, seething anger,

there’s scathing commentary, overwhelmingly appropriate at the time so it seemed, but in retrospect, regret is the one and only recollection,

and that bit of jealousy of withholding a sentiment that freely expressed might have “made the day” for someone.

You know it would have.

If God, the Heavenly Father is Love, than what is the source of all of the other emotions?

Choose love, my Loves!