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Apologies to my LJ readers - this blog is for "leftovers" of my wonderful mind. The real party is over here.
When I was about 4 or 5, I thought the true marks of cuteness in a girl lay in possessing glasses and a retainer. Today I finally can say I have both:
Quite possibly controversial thoughts on romance follow:
Mary belongs to the words of a song
I try to be strong for her
Try not to be wrong for her
She will not wait for me any more, any more
Why did I say all those things before
I was sure
She is the one
But I have a purpose
She is the one
And I have to fight this
She is the one
The villain I can’t knock down
Mary’s alive in the bright New York sky
The city lights shine for her
Above them I cry for her
Everything’s small on the ground below, down below
What if I fall?
Then where would I go? Would she know?
She is the one
All I have wanted
She is the one
And I will be haunted
She is the one
This gift is a curse for now
I see your face with every punch I take
And every bone I break, it’s all for you
And my worst pains are words I cannot say
Still I will always fight on for you
Fight on for you
Fight on for you…
I like this song a lot. This past summer I probably spent more time alone than I ever have before in my life. During that time my iTunes was almost constantly playing whatever songs were currently on my playlist. I fell asleep to the above song a few times, and while trying to sleep last night, it came up on the randomizer again, triggering a line of thought brought back by memories of those many silent nights.
I must’ve read too many “happily ever after” stories as a child. The formula for a best-selling novel generally does not acknowledge the reality of a world in which the prince doesn’t always get his princess… A reality I was thus loath to accept for a long time.
It must be the age and time when my set apparently can’t get romance out of our heads. Erstwhile social butterflies who couldn’t stay content in a relationship for more than a month in high school are beginning to settle down. Even if one withstands the constant message society seems to be sending (“Get a boyfriend/girlfriend before it’s too late”), the stream of wedding announcements that keep bubbling up must surely distract even the most determined amongst us. In the frantic Musical Chairs rush to find true love, however, things don’t always go as planned.
I remember one of my little-girl plans being to marry a guy I’d known all my life. 15 years and eight moves later, that dream’s pretty dead for obvious reasons. :P However, I’m not the only girl who used to read Anne and dream about a beau of Gil Blythe’s caliber, am I? There’s something noble about love that knows early on who it wants, and remains faithful and strong even when no hope is in sight… when the object of said affections hates you for two years straight and comes this close to getting engaged to another man.
Not to tie in a Sunday School lesson, but the story of Hosea comes to mind. I used to wonder how Gomer could possibly want more than a guy who would come to find her in the midst of her sin and bring her back… not once, but twice. Kinda hard beans on Hosea, by the way, for having his love life made an object lesson by God, perhaps (same goes to Ezekiel), but that’s how God loves us. And while in pursuit of what seems like idyllic earthly happiness, each and every one of us has a store of love so vast that we could never fully tap it.
Back to the whole “longing for love”… I like this little truism I borrowed from Shiopei:
If you love something very much, let it go free.
If it does not return to you, it was never meant to be yours.
If it does, love it forever.
It’s hardest to remain faithful when there is no hope in sight. That’s when we want to take matters into our own hands… And that’s when God’s asking, “Do you trust me?” Funny how many times God gives us something back the moment we really let go of it.
Men, love wisely and well. If you believe God’s shown you the one, faint heart ne’er won fair lady. Don’t give up just because a little opposition comes your way. Stay within boundaries, but don’t lose hope. For now it looks like “the girl” and “your ambitions” lie in completely conflicting directions, but who knows? A bend in the road might make all the difference. (And I mean, if things ever work out, you’ll have all that time to tell her how much you cared in that darkest hour before dawn… and I can assure you nothing will make her “Aww” faster. :P) I like the song a lot. Love should be like this. (Or for those who are more strait-laced, like Mama... love like Christ loved the church. :P)
That was a completely unrelated conclusion, wasn’t it?
(Probably a necessary disclaimer: The above is not written for anyone in particular :P)
When I was about 4 or 5, I thought the true marks of cuteness in a girl lay in possessing glasses and a retainer. Today I finally can say I have both:
Quite possibly controversial thoughts on romance follow:
Mary belongs to the words of a song
I try to be strong for her
Try not to be wrong for her
She will not wait for me any more, any more
Why did I say all those things before
I was sure
She is the one
But I have a purpose
She is the one
And I have to fight this
She is the one
The villain I can’t knock down
Mary’s alive in the bright New York sky
The city lights shine for her
Above them I cry for her
Everything’s small on the ground below, down below
What if I fall?
Then where would I go? Would she know?
She is the one
All I have wanted
She is the one
And I will be haunted
She is the one
This gift is a curse for now
I see your face with every punch I take
And every bone I break, it’s all for you
And my worst pains are words I cannot say
Still I will always fight on for you
Fight on for you
Fight on for you…
I like this song a lot. This past summer I probably spent more time alone than I ever have before in my life. During that time my iTunes was almost constantly playing whatever songs were currently on my playlist. I fell asleep to the above song a few times, and while trying to sleep last night, it came up on the randomizer again, triggering a line of thought brought back by memories of those many silent nights.
I must’ve read too many “happily ever after” stories as a child. The formula for a best-selling novel generally does not acknowledge the reality of a world in which the prince doesn’t always get his princess… A reality I was thus loath to accept for a long time.
It must be the age and time when my set apparently can’t get romance out of our heads. Erstwhile social butterflies who couldn’t stay content in a relationship for more than a month in high school are beginning to settle down. Even if one withstands the constant message society seems to be sending (“Get a boyfriend/girlfriend before it’s too late”), the stream of wedding announcements that keep bubbling up must surely distract even the most determined amongst us. In the frantic Musical Chairs rush to find true love, however, things don’t always go as planned.
I remember one of my little-girl plans being to marry a guy I’d known all my life. 15 years and eight moves later, that dream’s pretty dead for obvious reasons. :P However, I’m not the only girl who used to read Anne and dream about a beau of Gil Blythe’s caliber, am I? There’s something noble about love that knows early on who it wants, and remains faithful and strong even when no hope is in sight… when the object of said affections hates you for two years straight and comes this close to getting engaged to another man.
Not to tie in a Sunday School lesson, but the story of Hosea comes to mind. I used to wonder how Gomer could possibly want more than a guy who would come to find her in the midst of her sin and bring her back… not once, but twice. Kinda hard beans on Hosea, by the way, for having his love life made an object lesson by God, perhaps (same goes to Ezekiel), but that’s how God loves us. And while in pursuit of what seems like idyllic earthly happiness, each and every one of us has a store of love so vast that we could never fully tap it.
Back to the whole “longing for love”… I like this little truism I borrowed from Shiopei:
If you love something very much, let it go free.
If it does not return to you, it was never meant to be yours.
If it does, love it forever.
It’s hardest to remain faithful when there is no hope in sight. That’s when we want to take matters into our own hands… And that’s when God’s asking, “Do you trust me?” Funny how many times God gives us something back the moment we really let go of it.
Men, love wisely and well. If you believe God’s shown you the one, faint heart ne’er won fair lady. Don’t give up just because a little opposition comes your way. Stay within boundaries, but don’t lose hope. For now it looks like “the girl” and “your ambitions” lie in completely conflicting directions, but who knows? A bend in the road might make all the difference. (And I mean, if things ever work out, you’ll have all that time to tell her how much you cared in that darkest hour before dawn… and I can assure you nothing will make her “Aww” faster. :P) I like the song a lot. Love should be like this. (Or for those who are more strait-laced, like Mama... love like Christ loved the church. :P)
That was a completely unrelated conclusion, wasn’t it?
(Probably a necessary disclaimer: The above is not written for anyone in particular :P)