I have read that verse countless times.  I always turn to it when it's been "one of those days."  I hold onto the verse when I feel I might be losing my sound mind.  For some reason though, I always go to the sound mind part of the verse.  I seem to totally miss the part that says, "God has given me a spirit ... of love."

What is this "spirit ...of love" anyway? 

The spirit of love is when the Holy Spirit gently, oh so gently, reminds us how we are to live.  I don't need a day at a spa, even though I would enjoy that a lot; it would not refresh me as much as a good old-fashioned time alone with the Holy Spirit to renew my spirit of love.

I don't need my children to write a poignant letter about all that I do for them.  I need to read a letter from the Lord which reminds me of all He has done for me.

A few minutes ago Bryan came to me with a book.  He thrust it into my hands and demanded I read it to him. My first thought was, "I don't have time for this." However, I took the book and began to read thinking Bryan may get bored and walk away.  Within a couple of pages, seven of my children were standing around my chair as I read the story. 

As I continued to read, I realized it was one of those "oh so gentle" ways of the Holy Spirit.  Tears began to form in my eyes as I read the story of the Wemmicks who liked to put stars on the good people and dots on the bad people.  I realized as I was reading that I desired for my children to put stars on me.  I don't want to be a Wemmick.  I want to be a person who visits with the Maker of creation all the time, so I can be like Him.  I don't need stars, letters, or a trip to the spa.  I just need time with the Lord.

I closed the book as a tear dropped to the ground.

Christi shook her head at me.  I'm sure in her mind she thought, "Mom needs to read 2 Timothy 1:7; she's on the verge of losing her mind!"