I haven't figured out how often to write on this thing, how much I should say, or even what is understandable to everyone....my life today is really good. I began the morning early, and I laughed when I saw my hair in the mirror - always meaning it is going to be a good day! I ran 4.5 miles yesterday with my friend Cristina (she has told me that next week we are running 6 miles...stay tuned to see if that actually happens!), and I am beginning to feel each day like I just might like myself alot. It is amazing that the only person we get to spend our entire lives with is God and ourselves. God is crazy cool but I'm still figuring out if I am excited about spending my lifetime with Christy. (a very important question to answer!)
So in all the pain and changes within my heart, I feel as if my passion for life has been lost, yet recently I get glimpses of it in people. Whether it is a hope that Autumn has in me, a letter that Beth sends me, a hilarious voicemail from Kinsey - it is in my friends that I find that I can borrow their hope when I can't seem to find my own. Maybe I am just realizing that life may be all about living fully and when you can't you must borrow if from someone who loves you.
I already have accomplished the greatest day I could ever expect. I did something this morning for a friend, and I know that she knows that I love her....and somehow I don't need anything else to complete my day - it is an amazing thing to give someone the gift of love. Sometimes I just babble when I start talking about this stuff, but I know the most powerful gift you can give someone at any moment is to show them they are unique, of worth and lovable. May we all live today loving.
Faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1Cor. 13:13
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1 comment:
o wow,
you can borrow some of my hope if you want!
I don't have much but you can totally have some now.
I think your awesome for being okay with yourself, just as you are. with all the stuff attached. its that stuff, the hardest, that makes us who we are. you just need to adapt this hard stuff to your softer-kinder life. It will give it a good texture I promise. Get out there and keep living, don't let this get you down. Keep loving people. Even if it hurts.
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