Distance brings a few things to mind--Travel, for one.
I have managed to travel quite a bit in my relatively few years. As much as my parents have "lived" in their lives, I have squeezed in more air time.
I love to travel, which sometimes seems contradictory, as I can be a homebody as well. It comes down to this: I tend to be wherever I am. I hope that makes sense. In other--and more--words, whether I stay or go, I get caught up in my surroundings and especially the people around me.
That is the real bottom line: People. I love people. My parents do, too, and all of my 4 siblings. Maybe it has to do with growing up in a big family. We were never bored, that's for sure. But I think it has a lot to do with Jesus Christ. Who loves people more than Him? And I love Him, so I love people, too. That is something He left no question about: In Mark 12:28-31, He said that the greatest commandment is to love God with your whole self (heart, soul, mind, strength), and the second is to love your neighbor as yourself.
I'm thankful for my parents and the way they demonstrate that love--even on their "bad" days.
Distance doesn't really matter when you love.
Joining in with Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Fridays