Love never ends.
I guess PostSecret isn't going to show my postcard. I'm a little sad about this, but mostly I am just happy that it's out there, y'know? It's not my secret anymore...it's a part of the world. Or the US Postal Service. Or something. :) Something bigger than myself, in any case.
I was super-productive yesterday, doing laundry, running errands, and cleaning. It was freaking ridiculous. You would have been proud. :) I "rewarded" myself by hanging out with Dave last night. We went to Applebee's for dinner (we're cheap; we split a big appetizer) and then to the mall to see Rush Hour 3. When we got back to my house, he gave me a big hug and picked me up...lol. All I needed to get me through was a little pick-me-up (figuratively speaking), and I wound up getting it in two ways. Random, I know, but I'm thankful.
Today it hit me that I will only be home for one more week, and I have a lot to do before I go back to BSC. I want to work for madre, I need to pack, and I need to study for the GRE. Plus, Friday afternoon/evening has been set aside to visit my favorite married couple, Lance and Liz, in Atlanta. Busy busy.
It's hard to believe that summer is already coming to a close. Where did it go?
And now for something completely different.
At church today, the pastor talked about 1 Corinthians 13. Most Christians are familiar with these verses ("love is patient; love is kind..."), but I am always happy to hear talk of them anyway. The focus of the sermon today was the last part of the "love is" letter. Love never ends. That part is one of the hardest for me to wrap my head around. In life we are taught that nothing lasts forever, from bread to cars to hairspray, everything has its expiration date. All must come to an end someday. In addition to that, everything in life has its conditions. Sure, you can get 0% APR, as long as you pay your credit card off in a timely manner. Sure, I'll marry you...if you stop smoking, lose weight, promise me that we will have (or adopt) children. We know that if we go back on any of these conditions, the good things in life can be taken away. But not God's love. No matter what, it will be there. Every time I shake my fists at the sky, curse someone under my breath, or am envious of something I don't have...I'm never in danger of losing His love. That's a comforting and wonderful thought. What gets me is the fact that I am supposed to love others in the way God loves me. It's one thing for me to shake my fists at God; it is entirely another for someone to shake their fists at me. In the latter situation, a fight would ensue, instead of the forgiveness that God would have me show others. Bobby, the preacher, said "Sometimes, you have to love someone in spite of what they have done to you." That might well be the hardest thing in the world to do, but if God expects it of me and has faith that I can do it, well, I trust in that.
I'm not really sure where I was going with that; just wanted to talk about it. :)