When I was a very young child, I would sometimes spend the night at my grandmother’s house.
It was a small home with many areas in need of repair.
My grandmother was in her 70’s and losing her eyesight, yet I don’t remember her complaining about either situation.
If I were staying the night in the summertime, it would be quite hot in the little house.
There was no air conditioning.
Only an old, black metal fan.
I saw a fan similar to that one today.
It reminded me of going to sleep at night with the air flying past my skin as I snuggled up on the feather bed made with real feathers.
By morning time, the air would make me feel almost cold.
The air in the room did not change temperature, but the fan moved the air and my body’s response to that was a cooling effect.
Moving air made quite a difference.
At any time, the fan could be plugged in and turned on.
If it wasn’t, it didn’t help anyone feel better.
It was just part of the room’s decor.
I can be like that fan.
I can really care about someone in my heart, but if I don’t show that by my actions, it will not be known.
The care and concern in my heart will not reach out and touch another person if I am only static in my love.
Like the air around a fan, my love must move to another’s need in order to be effective.
Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.
—1 John 3:18
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