Love is a Verb

My inability to verbally express my emotions I inherited solely from mother. My mother isn't one to hug or kiss. She doesn't say good job, or you look pretty, no you have to pull those compliments out of her. My mother is not a woman of many words. But despite that know my mother loves me, how? Because love is a verb.
About 7 years ago my brother and I were in a terrible car accident which rendered me immobile for a month, but it looked as if my brother would never walk again. I was the one driving and even though it was the other driver’s fault, I still to some degree blamed myself. I kept thinking maybe if I would have turned faster, braked harder, waited to go to the gas station later, or even went to the gas station earlier that day, then my brother wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I kept thinking my brother may not walk again it was my entire fault. You see when you are the eldest; a big part of your character is that of protector. It doesn’t matter that my brother is well over six feet and weighs four bills, that’s STILL my baby brother, and I would kick someone’s teeth in if they messed with him. (Even though he is more than capable of taking care of himself and will be absolutely furious with me when he hears about this note.) And because of my inability to protect him, he might not walk again. No one blamed me for it. I remember when my mother told me the doctors didn’t think he was ever going to walk again, I broke down and cried. My mother immediately told me it was not my fault, and commanded me to stop crying. But I still blamed myself, and it was because of this I began to slowly drift into a state of depression, and consequently had stopped eating. I didn't think anyone had noticed really, because everyone was so concerned about my brother. But then one morning my mother walked into my room and told me breakfast was on the table. My mother had stopped making my breakfast many years ago, and I thought it odd that she made me breakfast. But I knew I better eat it, because if Isabelle goes through the trouble of cooking something, you better eat it. Then at lunch time, she called me again into the kitchen, and then again at dinner. She did that for about a week, until I got my appetite back. With my mom you don't say you love someone, you don’t say “I’m here for you” you prove it.
There are many Christians today that go around and say that they love the Lord, but they forget that love is a verb, love is a word the requires action. In the book of John 21st chapter, when Jesus asked Peter if he loved him, Peter said yes, and then Jesus' reply was "Feed my sheep". Three times Jesus asked Peter, three times Peter said yes, and three times Jesus told Peter that he had to do something that was going to require Peter to ACT upon that love which he said he had. So let me ask you this simple question, do you love the Lord? Then prove it.
(John 15:12-13 KJV) This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. {13} Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.