10 posts tagged “love”
More than once I've been in a situation where I could have died. I've narrowly escaped death against amazing odds enough times to make me wonder how it all happened and why. It really is kind of uncanny, so I will chronicle the biggest near misses in chronological order.
I am happy to see that the two biggest tags on my page (as seen in the left column) are "God" and "love". Then of course they would be, because those are the two biggest topics on my mind at the moment.
My life is changing. It has changed. Against my will I've been drug kicking and screaming in new directions and I just can't fight against it anymore. I'd like to say I'm alone in this struggle now but I don't think I am. I have found that I have friends on my side who are rooting for me in this new journey and for that I am grateful. I've lost people from my life that I never dreamed I would, but you have to take what life gives you and march ahead any way you can. I wish that I didn't have such a heavy burden on my heart, but it happens and sometimes you have to take it as it comes.
I went today at lunch in the search for a book called Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis. I've been going through a particularly pressing situation in my life and a friend of mine could tell that I was really struggling and repeatedly raking myself over the coals. I had expressed to him my desire - no, my very need - to return to God and Christianity, and he suggested this book as a way to reignite my faith by giving me an intellectual person's guide to what it means to be a Christian. I've always been a fan of C.S. Lewis and I knew that he was himself a man of great love for Christianity, which he expressed in his writings. (It's a little debated fact that the Narnia books were a thinly veiled retelling of the story of Christ as a way to express it as a long form parable to make the underlying morals of Christianity more accessable to the common reader.)
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
I feel pretty good about life for a change. I spent a lot of the last few months in a funk from a million different things. Chief among those was the ever-approaching death of my grandmother. I knew it was coming. I knew it was time, and the whole time leading up to it, I was at a really low place in my life. There were SO many great things in my life that I just kind of stumbled around, not really focusing on. I've had a pattern of taking things in life for granted, and the main reason behind all of it was my own selfishness. I wanted to control my own life. I believed in God, but I never wanted to release control, because I had all these bold ideas of where I wanted my life to go, and I never took serious stock in just letting go of the wheel and letting God take me there if that's what he wanted for me.
My mind is going a million miles an hour. I toyed with the idea of going to bed, but I've got so much going on in my head right now that I don't think I would be able to sleep.
It's hard to attract good people when you yourself are not a good person. It's a hard lesson to learn and something I should have considered a long time ago, but I've been the architect of great and wonderful things which I built on a crummy foundation. I tried to reach for the heavens by climbing a rickety ladder that I built myself from careless things. I've tried to be in control of my life and struggled at the reins so hard only to wind up in the ditch over and over again. I wondered if the entire infernal machine was damaged in some way and then I realized that the only reason the vehicle was swerving all over the road was because I was trying to wrestle control from the One it belonged to.
I'm not sure what's happened to me. I used to be funny, entertaining, smart... I used to have a lot to say, made jokes all the time - I dare say I was even a little interesting at times. But over time I became kind of a sad parody of myself. I've set so much of me aside and let the daily routine of life wear away at my soul, but I'm coming back now in full effect. I want to be the person I used to be. I want to be someone who can be a real friend, someone interesting to talk to, someone you can tell your problems to and know that someone out there has got your back. I want to be a friend to my friends and show compassion to my enemies in the hopes of gaining new friends.
Love. To Love. In Love.
How do you love?
What is love?
Is there a method to the madness involved in successfully navigating life to the point where real love can occur?
"I love you"
It's so easy to say - so hard to define.
Let's say I tell you I love you.
Some of the things I do to quantify that love is that I make you cake.
I read to your dog.
I sit up long nights assuring you that Santa Claus is not out to get you.
But then.
Ah, but then I have several people I do that for.
Then what does that quantify?
How special is the cake I give you if I'm baking them by the dozen?
Sure there's nothing wrong with the friendly act of cake baking.
Sure everyone's dog deserves a good book.
But how special does that make our love?
A love defined solely by moments shared.
And when those "special" moments turn out to not be so uncommon, then what?
It's one of those days when you just feel like rubbing chicken poop on your lips.