"That every man might have need of other, and from hence they might be all knit more nearly together in the bonds of brotherly affection." I think this quote from Winthrop's address sums up his point perfectly. When reading the pre-information it would seem that they paint Winthrop as an idealist or a dreamer. Perhaps many people in government have high expectations for a "perfect" body of people to govern and soon their ideals are dashed with the fallibility of the human race.
But perhaps, Winthrop's message is meant to spur people on to do good for his fellow neighbor, with the foreknowledge that not everyone would attain to these lofty expectations, but even if some would embrace these ideals, what a difference it would be.
Regardless, I found most of these writings to be inspiring and beautiful. What if we could grasp the teachings here? What a different society we would experience, and what security we would feel, knowing that our fellow neighbor was looking out for our welfare. Knowing that not just by words, our affections are made known, but more importantly that our actions are a living proof of them.
I like the quote, "So the way to draw men to works of mercy, is not by force of argument from the goodness or necessity of the work; for as is frequent in experience, yet it cannot work such a habit in a soul, as shall make it prompt upon all occasions to produce the same effect, but by framing these affections of love in the heart which will as natively bring forth the other, as any cause doth produce effect." The reason I like it, is because of the truth that is behind it. If I argue with someone and get them all stirred up inside they are more focused on their anger and proving their point than on what is being said.
We frame the pictures that are important to us. We should frame the virtures as well. Frame love. Make it the living and active portrait of our lives. The memory of our existence.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Love & Expectations
Sometimes, I wonder what the wive's, of great leaders, expections are going into the marriage. Are they prepared for the lonely nights and all the publicity. Do they understand what they will be sacrificing on a daily basis?
"Love never fails."-1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Basically, what can be derived from these passages, is that love is an outward (selfless) force and not an inward (selfish) one. When we choose to love someone, is it fair to place any expectation on him or her? Is it really love when we do that? And aren't the vows that are spoken during a marriage ceremony expectations? And what about my companionship needs regarding the emotional, mental, and physical aspect, how will they get met?
The original New Testament was written in Greek. When the word 'love' is translated, it appears agape in the original text. According to renowned Author C.S. Lewis and his book "The Four Loves", agape love is the love that sustains and lavishes itself upon a relationship regardless of the circumstance. He recognizes this love as the highest form.
Abigail Adams was the first wife of President John Adams. She was known for her outspokenness on the subjects of women's education and property rights along with her extensive letters to husband during the Revolutionary War and his stay in Philadelphia with the Continental Congress.
Perhaps we don't consider the selflessness of our founding fathers and their wives enough. Thank you to all the brave leaders and men and women who have fought so that I may freely write this post! I feel deeply grateful and deeply loved.
Abigail Adams
*Next week, I will go more indepth on the four loves and probably expound on agape love.
Perhaps we don't consider the selflessness of our founding fathers and their wives enough. Thank you to all the brave leaders and men and women who have fought so that I may freely write this post! I feel deeply grateful and deeply loved.
*Next week, I will go more indepth on the four loves and probably expound on agape love.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
The Language of Love Part 4 & *5
Test...paper...project, test...paper...project...Does test beat project? That's right kids it's finals week and I don't know which assignment to tackel first. As an added bonus, for the past three weeks, I've been battling the worst case of bronchitus to date. And to top things off, it looks like the clutter monster just threw up in my room.
I honestly don't know why I ever complain about not having enough clothes. Right now, I'm wishing I had adopted the minimalist mentality. I'd give anything to have just one clean pair of unmentionables and a maid.
"By acts of service, I mean doing things you know your spouse would like you to do. You seek to please her by serving her, to express your love for her by doing things for her.", says Dr. Chapman. He goes on to say, "They require thought, planning, time effort, and energy. If done with a positive spirit, they are indeed expressions of love."
In the back of the book, there is a quiz that each guy and girl can take to find out which love language they speak. Last weekend, I was over at my grandpa and grandmas' house and decided to give them the quiz. After my grandmother took the quiz, it was obvious that her love language was acts of service. "I just need help...", she laughingly says while sitting next to grandpa.
Now grandpa's love language is physical touch, but after 63 years of marriage, he has learned to speak hers. "He carries my boxes for me without me having to ask him", she says in reference to the various antique displays she sets up at different museums.
When asked whether she reciprocates the acts of service, she responded by saying, "Oh Yes! I wash his hair and his feet."
It takes time to learn a loved one's love language, but don't be afraid to learn from mistakes and ask probing questions like, "Do you feel loved when I..."
1950's- Grandma washing Grandpa's hair
* Some may think it is a cop-out, not to write about the love language of gifts, but honestly I have sought after a suitable subject, and have come to the conclusion that either this language doesn't exist, or that people are afraid that they may look materialistic and don't answer the questions to the quiz honestly. If you think you may be a "gifts" person, email me and I would love to interview you. For now, I am moving on to more pressing material. Thanks for reading.
I honestly don't know why I ever complain about not having enough clothes. Right now, I'm wishing I had adopted the minimalist mentality. I'd give anything to have just one clean pair of unmentionables and a maid.
"By acts of service, I mean doing things you know your spouse would like you to do. You seek to please her by serving her, to express your love for her by doing things for her.", says Dr. Chapman. He goes on to say, "They require thought, planning, time effort, and energy. If done with a positive spirit, they are indeed expressions of love."
In the back of the book, there is a quiz that each guy and girl can take to find out which love language they speak. Last weekend, I was over at my grandpa and grandmas' house and decided to give them the quiz. After my grandmother took the quiz, it was obvious that her love language was acts of service. "I just need help...", she laughingly says while sitting next to grandpa.
Now grandpa's love language is physical touch, but after 63 years of marriage, he has learned to speak hers. "He carries my boxes for me without me having to ask him", she says in reference to the various antique displays she sets up at different museums.
When asked whether she reciprocates the acts of service, she responded by saying, "Oh Yes! I wash his hair and his feet."
It takes time to learn a loved one's love language, but don't be afraid to learn from mistakes and ask probing questions like, "Do you feel loved when I..."
* Some may think it is a cop-out, not to write about the love language of gifts, but honestly I have sought after a suitable subject, and have come to the conclusion that either this language doesn't exist, or that people are afraid that they may look materialistic and don't answer the questions to the quiz honestly. If you think you may be a "gifts" person, email me and I would love to interview you. For now, I am moving on to more pressing material. Thanks for reading.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Intermission...
This week I decided to take a little hiatus from the love languages, to talk about something I believe to be true.
Ever want the company of a boy/girlfriend or friend and text them to come hang, only to be met with a bunch of questions? "What is there to do?" "How long will it take me to get there?" Basically, the fundamental point that they are trying to find out is, "Will it be worth my time to come out?"
The response in my head goes something like this, "You're spending time with me, what the frik, does it matter what we do?"
In the olden days, I would have tried to bribe them with, "Well, I can make you dinner..."(which usually worked). Now that I'm getting older, I have come to the conclusion that if it has to be me plus xyz, it simply is not worth the effort.
Now, in all fairness, I do live in a small town that has very little to offer entertainment wise;however, I am under the conviction that if I am interested in you, we could be watching paint dry or skipping rocks in the local creek and be immensly satisfied as long as we are shooting the breeze.
I understand that this isn't going to work every Saturday night, but relationships are a give and take situation and I am usually more than willing to come to where the action is, but it shouldn't be a burden to come to my stomping grounds every once in while.
Ok, enough said.
Next week, I will resume the Love Languages. Thanks for reading.
Ever want the company of a boy/girlfriend or friend and text them to come hang, only to be met with a bunch of questions? "What is there to do?" "How long will it take me to get there?" Basically, the fundamental point that they are trying to find out is, "Will it be worth my time to come out?"
The response in my head goes something like this, "You're spending time with me, what the frik, does it matter what we do?"
In the olden days, I would have tried to bribe them with, "Well, I can make you dinner..."(which usually worked). Now that I'm getting older, I have come to the conclusion that if it has to be me plus xyz, it simply is not worth the effort.
Now, in all fairness, I do live in a small town that has very little to offer entertainment wise;however, I am under the conviction that if I am interested in you, we could be watching paint dry or skipping rocks in the local creek and be immensly satisfied as long as we are shooting the breeze.
I understand that this isn't going to work every Saturday night, but relationships are a give and take situation and I am usually more than willing to come to where the action is, but it shouldn't be a burden to come to my stomping grounds every once in while.
Ok, enough said.
Next week, I will resume the Love Languages. Thanks for reading.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The Language of Love Part 3...
Imagine you have just found out that the person you are closest to has died. Instantly, you experience a range of emotions, and during the drive home, anger, sorrow, and confusion are your only companions. Overwhelmed, the tears start to flow from your eyes.
Suddenly, without giving a rip what the people in the car next to you are thinking, you begin to scream uncontrollably. Then, after you get home, and the tear wells have dried up, you sit staring blankly out of the window and think to yourself, "If I just had someone to hold me."
Extensive research has been conducted on babies and the positive effects of physical touch versus neglect. While taking a course on interpersonal communication, one particular study revealed that babies who received touch were healthier physically, mentally and emotionally; and the babies who were neglected would often die.
Dr. Chapman claims that, "Physical touch can make or break a relationship. It can communicate hate or love. To the person whose primary love language is physical touch, the message will be far louder than the words "I hate you" or "I love you."
According to the book "The Five Love Languages" more often than not, the way you receive love is the way you give love. A licensed massage therapist (LMT) by trade, you might assume that my primary love language is physical touch. You would be correct.
Years ago, I lost my closest friend, love, and confident through a tragic death. Coming from a family that is not huge on hugs and kisses, I just needed someone to hold me. At the time, I was living by myself in an apartment.
I will never forget the night my mother came over.
We didn't do a lot of talking. It was as if she instinctively knew what I needed. She just sat on the futon next to me and held me for a long time, as I violently sobbed. Without verbalizing it, that single act of loving kindness spoke volumes to me, saying, "I love you, I'm here for you and I won't let you go."
Suddenly, without giving a rip what the people in the car next to you are thinking, you begin to scream uncontrollably. Then, after you get home, and the tear wells have dried up, you sit staring blankly out of the window and think to yourself, "If I just had someone to hold me."
Extensive research has been conducted on babies and the positive effects of physical touch versus neglect. While taking a course on interpersonal communication, one particular study revealed that babies who received touch were healthier physically, mentally and emotionally; and the babies who were neglected would often die.
Dr. Chapman claims that, "Physical touch can make or break a relationship. It can communicate hate or love. To the person whose primary love language is physical touch, the message will be far louder than the words "I hate you" or "I love you."
According to the book "The Five Love Languages" more often than not, the way you receive love is the way you give love. A licensed massage therapist (LMT) by trade, you might assume that my primary love language is physical touch. You would be correct.
Years ago, I lost my closest friend, love, and confident through a tragic death. Coming from a family that is not huge on hugs and kisses, I just needed someone to hold me. At the time, I was living by myself in an apartment.
I will never forget the night my mother came over.
We didn't do a lot of talking. It was as if she instinctively knew what I needed. She just sat on the futon next to me and held me for a long time, as I violently sobbed. Without verbalizing it, that single act of loving kindness spoke volumes to me, saying, "I love you, I'm here for you and I won't let you go."
Me and Mom
*Side Note* Dr. Chapman will speaking at the Schuster Center this Saturday, May 21, 2011 to a sold out audience. I was sad that I didn't get tickets in time, but happy to know that his book is still touching the lives of many. If you are interested in checking out other events go to http://www.garychapman.org/calendar.htm.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
The Language of Love Part 2...
Ever have a guy take you to a sports bar for a first date? UHHHRRR! Wrong answer! Who wants to compete with 30 plasma screens!?! Come on! Perhaps, there are some ladies who enjoy being there, sharing their wings with him and Kobe; but, if I even catch a glimpse of him steering the car towards that black and yellow buffalo clad sign, it's over. Ok, maybe that's a little harsh...
Dr. Chapman describes the love language of quality time (QT) as the "concept of giving someone your undivided attention, not talking to her while you read the newspaper or watch television but looking into her eyes, giving her your full attention, doing something with her that she enjoys doing and doing it wholeheartedly."
I recently asked my older sister Sarah, who lives out in L.A., what makes her feel loved. She responded by saying when she is hanging out with someone and they are giving her their attention and having good, meaningful conversation.
She went on to say, "If I like somebody, I spend alot of time with them." Before my sister moved out to L.A., she lived and worked in Nashville in the music industry. There she discovered, along with other girlfriends, an alarming trend they coined "The Nashville Hang."
"The Nashville Hang" sounds like it could be a positive thing for a girl whose love language is quality time. A QT girl doesn't need to be showered with flowers and gifts or have someone wait on her hand and foot all of the time. Her deepest emotional need can be met through sharing deep conversation or a meaningful experience with someone.
Unfortunately, that is what happens.
The QT girl leaves the hang feeling satisfied and hopeful that the relationship is heading in the right direction, while the guy has no immediate intention of commitment. He whimsically flits in one weekend, then disappears for another three.
As you can imagine, this has very devasting effects on a QT girl. She doesn't know if he will call that weekend to "hang" or not. "It is sort of a pre-screening dating process where the girl is not allowed to have expectations," says Sarah. This is not just a Nashville phenomenon. For more on hanging instead of dating,check out "the art of manliness."
When my sister moved to L.A., she met another one of these flaky guys. Things would be going great for a little while, then 'poof ' the infamous disappearing act. A few weeks later the proverbial hook would be baited again with the casual invitation to hang. A promising hope would rise in my sisters heart, only to be met with disappointment.
It should be noted that quality time is not the same as quantity time. Twenty minutes of deep conversation goes further than three hours of superficial shooting the breeze. Although the "NH" may offer quality time, it provides no stability to a relationship and leaves the QT girl in emotional limbo with her needs unmet.
When asked about his undivided attention during these "hangs" Sarah responded by saying,"Sometimes...but he also has a tendency to look at his phone alot...text, ect., people do that too often these days..."
In conclusion, if you are befriending, dating, or marrying someone whose love language is quality time, doing something other than giving them your undivided attention during your special time together will send the message that they don't matter as much as that other activity does, thus resulting in the other party feeling unloved.
Dr. Chapman describes the love language of quality time (QT) as the "concept of giving someone your undivided attention, not talking to her while you read the newspaper or watch television but looking into her eyes, giving her your full attention, doing something with her that she enjoys doing and doing it wholeheartedly."
I recently asked my older sister Sarah, who lives out in L.A., what makes her feel loved. She responded by saying when she is hanging out with someone and they are giving her their attention and having good, meaningful conversation.
She went on to say, "If I like somebody, I spend alot of time with them." Before my sister moved out to L.A., she lived and worked in Nashville in the music industry. There she discovered, along with other girlfriends, an alarming trend they coined "The Nashville Hang."
"The Nashville Hang" sounds like it could be a positive thing for a girl whose love language is quality time. A QT girl doesn't need to be showered with flowers and gifts or have someone wait on her hand and foot all of the time. Her deepest emotional need can be met through sharing deep conversation or a meaningful experience with someone.
Unfortunately, that is what happens.
The QT girl leaves the hang feeling satisfied and hopeful that the relationship is heading in the right direction, while the guy has no immediate intention of commitment. He whimsically flits in one weekend, then disappears for another three.
As you can imagine, this has very devasting effects on a QT girl. She doesn't know if he will call that weekend to "hang" or not. "It is sort of a pre-screening dating process where the girl is not allowed to have expectations," says Sarah. This is not just a Nashville phenomenon. For more on hanging instead of dating,check out "the art of manliness."
When my sister moved to L.A., she met another one of these flaky guys. Things would be going great for a little while, then 'poof ' the infamous disappearing act. A few weeks later the proverbial hook would be baited again with the casual invitation to hang. A promising hope would rise in my sisters heart, only to be met with disappointment.
It should be noted that quality time is not the same as quantity time. Twenty minutes of deep conversation goes further than three hours of superficial shooting the breeze. Although the "NH" may offer quality time, it provides no stability to a relationship and leaves the QT girl in emotional limbo with her needs unmet.
When asked about his undivided attention during these "hangs" Sarah responded by saying,"Sometimes...but he also has a tendency to look at his phone alot...text, ect., people do that too often these days..."
In conclusion, if you are befriending, dating, or marrying someone whose love language is quality time, doing something other than giving them your undivided attention during your special time together will send the message that they don't matter as much as that other activity does, thus resulting in the other party feeling unloved.
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| Sarah |
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The Language of Love...
Yesterday, I went to the local bookstore to see if I could find a certain book that I had been hearing about for years. I was in luck, they had one left. It is a New York Times #1 best seller and has sold over 5 million copies, meriting the Platinum Book Award from the Evangelical Publishers Association.
"The 5 Love Languages"was written by pastor, speaker, and author Dr. Gary Chapman. He has done extensive graduate work and holds several degrees from some of this nation's most prestigious universities.
The book captures the essence of this blog by stating that a person can feel loved when you are speaking their love language. The five basic love languages are comprised of the following: words of affirmation, quality time, receiving gifts, acts of service, and physical touch.
Because I feel that each of these languages deserves some attention, I would like to feature one of the languages each week. This week I chose to feature words of affirmation.
My friend Liz says that her love language is words of affirmation. I asked her when she first realized that fact. She said "probably after I got back from Omaha where I had very little affirmation and was quite miserable as a result and didn't understand why...." She went on to say "My boss in Arkansas made me feel so cherished...I have many things from him, whether notes or memories, that make me smile still."
Dr. Chapman states,when using words of affirmation as a love language, "Within that language... there are many dialects." One of the dialects included is encouraging words. The word encourage literally means "to inspire courage." It is very difficult in a job situation, to feel courageous or even cared about, when someone is being critical of you.
Tone is another important key here. Someone can say I'm sorry, but there can be different meanings behind the way those words are said. If spoken in a sarcastic tone, the result will be less than beneficial.
Our words are a powerful force in the lives of those we care about. They can either build up or tear down. The way we choose to use them can mean the difference between someone feeling demeaned or loved.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Greater Love...
Imagine entering a guilty plea for 1st degree murder in a state where the death penalty exists. The court sentences you accordingly. There is no hope of obtaining a reprieve from the governor the night before your execution is to take place. In the middle of the night, a guard comes and unlocks the door and escorts you through the front gates, where he proceeds to tell you, that you are now free to leave and go home. You are confused and wondering why? How? What? But you are too afraid to question the guard, for fear that a mistake has been made and they might figure it out, so you just walk out.
Freedom smells sweet as you walk along the sidewalk. Suddenly, you begin to feel hungry and stumble upon an all night diner, so you walk in, sit down and order something to eat. You decide to read the morning paper while you wait for your food to be prepared. The front page headline reads "Murderer freed and Innocent slain." You rub your eyes and can hardly believe what you've read. There is your name in black and white along with someone else and he has been executed in your place. You read on. Apparently that someone chose to take your place and let you have a second chance. You never had the chance to meet him, much less thank him. What would compel someone to do that you wonder?
In the Biblical account of the trial of Christ, the religious leaders of the day were trying to find a way to convict Jesus of any crime, so that they could get rid of Him. They felt threatened by Jesus's claims to be the Son of God. Even the Roman authorities could not find fault with Him. But to appease the religious leaders and the crowd, they gave them a choice. They could choose to allow a murderer named Barabas to go free or Jesus. They chose Barabas.
I sometimes wonder what went through Barabas's mind that day. Did he feel loved in that moment? Did he consider the excruciating death Jesus would have to suffer on the cross? Then I wonder if he changed his ways or if he went back to his old ones.
Jesus is quoted as saying "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13) But Jesus went even a step further, by asking His heavenly Father to forgive His enemies, the ones crucifying Him.
Whether you believe Jesus is who He says He is, one thing is for sure. There is no denying His sacrificial love for His fellow man. Because of this, I feel immensely loved.
Freedom smells sweet as you walk along the sidewalk. Suddenly, you begin to feel hungry and stumble upon an all night diner, so you walk in, sit down and order something to eat. You decide to read the morning paper while you wait for your food to be prepared. The front page headline reads "Murderer freed and Innocent slain." You rub your eyes and can hardly believe what you've read. There is your name in black and white along with someone else and he has been executed in your place. You read on. Apparently that someone chose to take your place and let you have a second chance. You never had the chance to meet him, much less thank him. What would compel someone to do that you wonder?
In the Biblical account of the trial of Christ, the religious leaders of the day were trying to find a way to convict Jesus of any crime, so that they could get rid of Him. They felt threatened by Jesus's claims to be the Son of God. Even the Roman authorities could not find fault with Him. But to appease the religious leaders and the crowd, they gave them a choice. They could choose to allow a murderer named Barabas to go free or Jesus. They chose Barabas.
I sometimes wonder what went through Barabas's mind that day. Did he feel loved in that moment? Did he consider the excruciating death Jesus would have to suffer on the cross? Then I wonder if he changed his ways or if he went back to his old ones.
Jesus is quoted as saying "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13) But Jesus went even a step further, by asking His heavenly Father to forgive His enemies, the ones crucifying Him.
Whether you believe Jesus is who He says He is, one thing is for sure. There is no denying His sacrificial love for His fellow man. Because of this, I feel immensely loved.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
To Be Known...
Whoever coined the phrase, "To be known is to be loved" could not have been more accurate. In fact,when this blog's (soon to be infamous;) question was posed to my bff Vida, she responded by saying: "When people genuinely want to know me...".
I couldn't agree more. Have you ever been asked the question "How are you?" only to be cut off mid-sentence because the person was just being "polite" and wasn't really interested to begin with? Have you ever posed the same question and received an ear full of information that you weren't bargaining for?
The need to be understood and accepted seems to be innate in all of us, but an equally driving force is the fear of rejection. There is an indescribable comfort and relief that is achieved when all of your skeletons have shown their bony faces and the other party hasn't even flinched. It is one thing to be accepted for talent, good looks, or wealth, and an entirely different one, when those things are lost and the other person is still standing beside you.
A few years back, V and I attended a small Bible study group. V decided to leave the small group for reasons she only disclosed to me. One of the group's leaders was troubled by this and asked me why she was leaving. At the time, I thought the leader was mature enough to handle those reasons. I was mistaken. The stormy triad that ensued could have ended my friendship with V; but, because she knew my heart, and trusted my intentions, I retained one of my most cherished relationships. I am so grateful.
One of Vida's favorite tunes, is a song that was sung by Jackie Wilson, entitled 'To Be Loved.' Motown legend, Barry Gordy Jr., co-wrote the lyrics, "Someone to care, someone to share, lonely hours and moments of despair, To be loved, to be loved, Oh what a feeling, To be loved."
V and Me
I couldn't agree more. Have you ever been asked the question "How are you?" only to be cut off mid-sentence because the person was just being "polite" and wasn't really interested to begin with? Have you ever posed the same question and received an ear full of information that you weren't bargaining for?
The need to be understood and accepted seems to be innate in all of us, but an equally driving force is the fear of rejection. There is an indescribable comfort and relief that is achieved when all of your skeletons have shown their bony faces and the other party hasn't even flinched. It is one thing to be accepted for talent, good looks, or wealth, and an entirely different one, when those things are lost and the other person is still standing beside you.
A few years back, V and I attended a small Bible study group. V decided to leave the small group for reasons she only disclosed to me. One of the group's leaders was troubled by this and asked me why she was leaving. At the time, I thought the leader was mature enough to handle those reasons. I was mistaken. The stormy triad that ensued could have ended my friendship with V; but, because she knew my heart, and trusted my intentions, I retained one of my most cherished relationships. I am so grateful.
One of Vida's favorite tunes, is a song that was sung by Jackie Wilson, entitled 'To Be Loved.' Motown legend, Barry Gordy Jr., co-wrote the lyrics, "Someone to care, someone to share, lonely hours and moments of despair, To be loved, to be loved, Oh what a feeling, To be loved."
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Labor and Delivery
There are many ways I can be made to feel loved, but one of the ways I feel loved, is when I hear three special words in a sincere tone of voice: "I am sorry." Growing up under a "Christian" roof, one would think that forgiveness and apologies were as common as skinny jeans on a hipster.
I am sorry to say, that that did not happen. I was as much to blame as everyone else. I don't remember ever giving or receiving an apology in those days, or seeing anyone else receive one. The way my family chose to deal with conflict was to wait it out. Each party would go to bed angry and wait a couple of days til the storm blew over. Is this too personal? I digress.
A year ago my younger sister Katie, allowed me to witness and video the birth of her second daughter Selah. The labor was long, and at times, I thought, too intense. In the end, through all the pain, tears, blood, and screaming, a beautiful baby girl was born. A range of emotions were experienced that day, but none compared to the overwhelming love we experienced once she was safely here. Every negative event that was experienced, was insignificant in comparison to that moment.
Fast Forward.
The inspiration for this blog was conceived from a particular negative incident that happened while I was on vacation in L.A. I was visiting my older sister Sarah, and we were having a sharp disagreement over the itinerary for that afternoon. I wanted to relax in the hot tub and I can't even remember what she wanted to do. After a short exchange, she made a derogatory comment about my activity choice. This cut deep, but then she apologized soon after.
I was stunned.
Instead of filing the incident away in the usual grudge x infinity files, I decided to deposit it into the love bank. Like the relief that is achieved when a button pops because you've eaten too much, was the liberation I received from the breach in that steep wall of pride I tried to support. I now felt the freedom to say I was sorry as well. Healing was allowed to enter. I could not have felt more loved that day, if my sister had purchased all of my meals and activities. Our relationship still has alot of maturing to do, but that moment is indelibly imprinted on my heart.
I labored over the idea of whether to create this blog or to do something a little "safer" and less expository. I may do that eventually, but my heart is here for now. I don't expect this to always be hard or always easy. I would like to say, that I have no expectations at all. But as there are pains and joys in labor and delivery, so I expect to experience them here. I expect to laugh, cry, and hopefully grow through this experience.
Selah
I am sorry to say, that that did not happen. I was as much to blame as everyone else. I don't remember ever giving or receiving an apology in those days, or seeing anyone else receive one. The way my family chose to deal with conflict was to wait it out. Each party would go to bed angry and wait a couple of days til the storm blew over. Is this too personal? I digress.
A year ago my younger sister Katie, allowed me to witness and video the birth of her second daughter Selah. The labor was long, and at times, I thought, too intense. In the end, through all the pain, tears, blood, and screaming, a beautiful baby girl was born. A range of emotions were experienced that day, but none compared to the overwhelming love we experienced once she was safely here. Every negative event that was experienced, was insignificant in comparison to that moment.
Fast Forward.
The inspiration for this blog was conceived from a particular negative incident that happened while I was on vacation in L.A. I was visiting my older sister Sarah, and we were having a sharp disagreement over the itinerary for that afternoon. I wanted to relax in the hot tub and I can't even remember what she wanted to do. After a short exchange, she made a derogatory comment about my activity choice. This cut deep, but then she apologized soon after.
I was stunned.
Instead of filing the incident away in the usual grudge x infinity files, I decided to deposit it into the love bank. Like the relief that is achieved when a button pops because you've eaten too much, was the liberation I received from the breach in that steep wall of pride I tried to support. I now felt the freedom to say I was sorry as well. Healing was allowed to enter. I could not have felt more loved that day, if my sister had purchased all of my meals and activities. Our relationship still has alot of maturing to do, but that moment is indelibly imprinted on my heart.
I labored over the idea of whether to create this blog or to do something a little "safer" and less expository. I may do that eventually, but my heart is here for now. I don't expect this to always be hard or always easy. I would like to say, that I have no expectations at all. But as there are pains and joys in labor and delivery, so I expect to experience them here. I expect to laugh, cry, and hopefully grow through this experience.
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