“No relationship you have in this life will last forever, but the good things that happen through them in you — even through their sorrows, yes even through their collapses — will.”

If you love someone, don’t be with them because they have it all together.
If you love someone, don’t be with them because you want to change their imperfections.
If you love someone, be with them because you love them in spite of who they are and nothing can take that away from you. Love someone because that little thing they do that no one really cares about really means the world to you.

”..both of us wanting to believe in each other, but both of us wanting proof. And that, as they say, ‘was the [heck] of it.’” - Magnum, P.I.

Children: An Emblem of Love

"God sent His Son, they called Him Jesus. He came to love, heal and forgive. He lived and died to buy my pardon, an empty grave is there to prove my Saviour lives!"

Today I was thinking about my parent's divorce. I never understood it as clearly as I do today. I think about how it makes me fearful that I should enter a loveless marriage. Though, I also think about the end product of my mother and father's union = my brother  and I. So I say,  even when  there is 'no love' in a marriage, and a man and a woman divorce/separate it is their children that validate the marvelous possibility for the forsaken love to still exist. Children are a reminder of a love that once existed between two people that must go on. Or is it because two parents divorce that their children suddenly scientifically and physiologically divorce themselves from their cells into nonexistence? No. Love continues symbolized through a fixed whole representing halves of a whole body, spirit, and heart. That is why even when a man and a woman divorce it is more on paper than in spirit, for the child carries on the spirit forward.

Solitude in Nature, May 5, 2013

"Because I'll never hold the picture of the whole horizon in my  view, because I'll never rip the night in two - it makes me wonder, 'Who am I?' and Great are you Lord!" ~ Downhere
As I stream through pictures from holidays at the university when I had free time, I note that most of my pictures are closeups and landscapes of nature.

The Opposite Way

I fill my gut like a malnourished infant, always crying, it's never enough.
Never finding the sanctified panacea to warm my soul to the love of Christ.
Like a misled child, I am slow-to-warm-up - I fear the very thing that cures me.
I sting my veins to the brim with ephemeral potions of lust, hate, and pride.
Cum laude I am embraced by cords of superficial scholasticism and arrogant autonomy.
Swimming mid-distance of a deep lake, I am overcome by a revolting realization that I do not know where I am heading, and I have no safeguard of familiarity to calm me - I choose to end it all.
So I drown.
Down.
Deep.
Dreading.
Dying.

I drown myself in thoughts of 'not-good-enough', 'shoulda-coulda-woulda', 'what will they think', and 'what ifs' of eternal sorts...

What if they don't accept me? What if I am never the young woman that God created me to be?
So I choose, I make a choice. Better to take action, better to make mistakes because then I'll grow, right?
I made many choices, many seemed to be right, but they all seemed to lead nowhere.
I follow the path my mom suggested, it wasn't good enough.
I follow the path the world wants, I didn't like it like I thought I would.
I follow the path I want, I still struggle.

Perhaps after another failure I will finally ask my Father what He wants me to do?
Perhaps then I will know what really went wrong,
perhaps then I'll actually be able to see my childhood Jesus that has come to tell me
"I who speak to you am He."