and sometimes more than one:
Lead me to the truth and I /
Will follow you with my whole life
It seems that all my bridges have been burned /
But you say that's exactly how this grace thing works /
It's not the long walk home that will change this heart /
But the welcome I receive with the restart
Serve God, love me and mend /
This is not the end /
Lived unbruised, we are friends /
And I'm sorry /
Love, it will not betray you, dismay, or enslave you, it will set you free. Be more like the man you were made to be.
Oh Marcus...thank you for being born.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
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Friday, November 29, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Storge, philia, eros, agape. Shakespeare's words on love can (can? Must.) stand for any form of love. In fact, I feel that the truest forms of storge (affectionate/familial love), philia (friendship love), and eros (romantic love), must be rooted in agape - the unconditional love. You could say, "storge is not love which alters when it alteration finds" and "philia is not love which alters when it alteration finds" and "eros is not love which alters when it alteration finds."
If our love for our mothers, our friends, or our lovers alters with the mood or circumstances of the beloved, then our love is not truly love. It is, rather, a momentary sensation that made us feel good about ourselves and had little to do with the beloved. Within each of us there are elements of narcissism and self-preservation that may come in and threaten our ability to love, but the more we are refined and healed from those patterns of brokenness, the more we can give the unconditional, agape love that "bears it out even to the edge of doom."
This is not to say we don't have boundaries, or even remove people from our lives who are living in patterns of self-destruction (sometimes the truest form of love is to say 'no'); instead it means that we forgive and accept forgiveness; we do not hate; we give space; essentially, we allow our beloveds the greatest gift one lover can give to another - freedom to be exactly who they are, without condemnation or fear of judgment or abandonment. Love always loves. True love always loves.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Obviously I've been too busy to blog lately, considering my last post didn't even say anything (thank you, Rachel, for pointing that out!). I still don't have time to blog. Will I ever? Who knows. But for now, please enjoy these two fabulousos from Pinterest: