“Stop touching my stuff”
A Revolution in love.
It’s a revolution in love when my hands relax their hold …
on my fixed opinions about others (the disabled or other religions or nationalities or social groups)
on buildings, or structures, or music or programs (or the way things have always been)
on un-confessed sin
on un-forgiven others
on insisting that the world revolves around me and what I want.
If you love something, let it go …
There’s a revolution in love here.