Pretend that just a few minutes, you heard a suspiciously loud clunk and looked outside the window that's right behind you there, only to find a time machine sitting proudly on the lawn.
---That's not to say that you know it's a time machine for sure (for all you know, it could be an alien nuke...but no matter), but it looks to be what you generally picture whenever you picture a time machine. It's not the TARDIS. It's just a time machine. That's it.
Well anyway, you head outside to your lawn and ultimately out to your garden gnome's new acquaintance. Now, your a little intimidated (after all, who wouldn't be---what with the smoke and fumes coming from the piece of ingenuity). Still, your curiosity gets the best of you, and you step or leap or skip yourself into this time-defying mechanism.
The moment you're in, you feel yourself falling...fallllllling...FALLING.
AND THEN YOU HIT YESTERDAY.
Good. Now I can write you a St. Valentine's Day post.
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In honor of the blessed February the Fourteenth, I though I might share with you some words of wisdom. The following are golden nuggets of worthy truth, and very much describe the four loves respectively.
Do with them what you will.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so
vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means
that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
~ Neil Gaiman
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
~ Robert A. Heinlein
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”
~ Mother Teresa
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find
someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them
and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
~ Robert Fulghum
“Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”
~ Alfred Tennyson
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will
be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it
intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully
round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock
it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that
casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be
broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love
is to be vulnerable.”
~ C.S. Lewis
"Love is when you're missing some of your teeth but you're not afraid to smile because you know your friends will still love you even though some of you is missing."
~ Emma K., age 6
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it
is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily
angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but
rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always
hopes, always perseveres.”
~ The Holy Bible
On Wednesday I was asked to draw a picture on a large white poster board with oil pastels. I was a happy clam, drawing and depicting to my heart's content and desire. It is a lovely thing to be an artist.
The poster was allegedly "a billboard of what our bible study topic was". Naturally, the topic was on love---all the different loves---Agape, Phillipa, and the rest.
Well I do confess that I was quite proud of my picture. It was not completed, and I intend on working on it throughout the space of several Wednesday nights. Nevertheless, its grey outline holds promise.
After we were finished for the night, and after I stored my poster board and pastels into "safe" places (the storage hold---err---closet? miffed me a bit) until my next return to youth group, my youth pastor handed me free reign to do what I wanted to do with my soon-to-be-masterpiece. It should be noted that he also coughed out the idea of including a Bible verse somewhere on my progressing piece of art (I might add that yes, this idea crossed my mind as well).
However, I also had the inkling to print out numerous quotes about love (like the ones above) and pin them to the poster board, making a sort of collage out of it.
Hmm.
That is my story.
Rather, me telling you what I think about concerning something that is, ten to one, completely irrelevant to you.
See? Aren't my stories great?
So that aside, happy Valentine's Day. But it's too late---I've eaten all of the heart-shaped cookies that you sent me this morning. Here is your time machine, I've set it properly in order for you to return to the exact moment that you left tomorrow. Please don't tamper with the doodleybob.
Good night,
Kismint
