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Stop (Just Love)

This post is inspired by one of my new favorite songs called Stop (Just Love). It's by a duo conveniently called Us the Duo. They're a married couple who write and perform songs about their love together. I recently saw them in concert and their love was RADIATING. It was contagious. It was pure. But it was so simple. Hard times come to all of us. It's inevitable. Life is certainly not perfect, and none of us are. 

I don't care who you voted for, I don't care if you believe in God or not, love will always win. 1 Corinthians 13:3 says "And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." THE GREATEST OF THESE IS LOVE, YA'LL. 

Whatever you love, love it like it is the difference between life and death. Love it like you have nothing left. Love it with all you have in you, because what else is there to do? There is no point getting consumed by hate. Hate divides, love brings us together. 

If you love food, love it, I SURE AS HECK DO! Love your family, treasure them. If you love singing, sing until your voice cannot be heard. If you love dancing, use the world as your stage, dance as if no one is watching, no, dance like they are. If you love yodeling, CLIMB A MOUNTAIN AND YODEL UNTIL YOUR HEART IS CONTENT. I don't care. Just love something. Someone. Someplace. ANYTHING. 

It's so crucial that we stand as a world together, in love, and not hate. 

"Stop, don't think, just love." Check out the song here, I promise it is something everyone should listen to. Have a wonderful day, I love each and every one of you. 


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