You know how you know to go to the medicine cabinet for what ails you… what to take when you have a headache or an upset stomach?

Same thing goes for when we are hungry, thirsty or tired…

What about our mental/emotional wellbeing? I think sometimes we forget to go to the Love Station when our tanks are running low… being human means we have a tendency to ignore safety checks when assessing our own personal needs in the emotional department. We were built for giving and receiving love… but in our humanness we tend to forget or ignore this part of our nature.

We know how to react to hunger or pain on a physical level, but sometimes we get our lines crossed in the mental/emotional section of our human nature. If food stops hunger, medicine stops pain, then an empty love tank makes us want to fill it. If we want love then we try to give it, hoping to get it in return. Have you ever tried to give a gift or do something special for someone, thinking they would be so happy and they seem to be just OK with the gift? It can be very confusing and sometimes painful for both the giver and the receiver.

Giving and receiving love can be a tricky business. Are we trying to give love to another the way we want to be loved or the way they want to be loved… see what I mean? I read a book years ago regarding different Love Languages and it left an indelible mark upon my heart. There is definitely an art… and a language to this love stuff!

Myself personally… I have a Love Language of Physical Touch primarily, but my secondary would be Quality Time. This does NOT mean, however, that anyone around me has the same language. It can be very easy to attempt to love another in the way that you yourself feel love… because it makes sense to you, since you are familiar with that language. It’s hard enough to figure this out for yourself, let alone anyone else… don’t get me started on being a parent, as this was the reason I read the book in the first place. I had three daughters… all of which had differing love languages.

Anyway… the reason my mind went there this morning was because of my Chica… my sweet sweet friend, who has been with me through hell and high water, as they say, and she has impacted my life deeply over the years. Her efforts to do and say things that she knows will touch my heart, makes her not just my Chica but an amazing human being. She is like this with everyone… just being who she is… Real!

She will call me out if I wear something ridiculous that I think is cool… tells me to hold up if I plan on some new idea that I think is great, but didn’t think through first. We all need that one soul that can shout out “STOP! … I will not be seen in public if you wear that”! That’s my Chica!

She also does things like texting or calling to make me laugh with her over something she saw or heard, dragging me out of my hobbit hole… AND she does NOT put up with my whining or bellyaching over things… feeling sorry for ones self is NOT allowed!

We met while attending College years ago, and I will never forget our conversation in the hallway before entering the classroom. I actually gave her a disclaimer that we both laugh about to this day. I told her that I was terrible friend material… I would not call, text or write… I was mean, and unlovable. She saw something in me that I did not! She stayed…

I have been truly blessed by her tenacious love and commitment to me… I may genetically be an orphan… but I have 2 woman in my life that are my true sisters in every sense of the word! That would be Christine and Danielle. They have been there to pick me up off my face, dust off the debris and help God mend my wounds. They have loved me when I felt ugly, and unlovable … they have reached out when I did not have the strength to reach back and held me up during times when I felt I could not go on… Thank you my sweet sisters, the both of you… Thank you for all the times you heard God call you to arms on my behalf!

Yes I am feeling all soft and squishy with oodles of Joy and Gratitude! All because my Chica came and stole me away yesterday, for home made soup, christmas music, and play time with Heidi, her Weimaraner. She gave me the softest blue fluffy jacket, along with a number of small items she knew I might need in my RV. Guess what else she gave me???????? A new plant! It is a Snake plant I think. Now Sis, my other plant that she gifted me, will have a roomie.

In truth, we could have been sitting at a train station sitting next to a smelly guy that stares, and I would still feel the same about time spent with Danielle or Christine… priceless!

If ever I needed a prescription for any ailment, these 2 are just what the Doctor ordered…

And… Chica knows that if ever there were a doped up druggie wanting to dance up on her in a bathroom, I would be there to save her… AGAIN!