Once upon a time....there she was... hair all around...in your face...raw..real...
She was just there..on my landscape... and she took up a lot of space.
Moving from Nova Scotia to British Columbia is not for the faint of heart.
Moving with two boys under the age of 2 is not for the sound of mind.
Who ever said I was sane?
Maybe that's why we get each other so well.
There she was...there I was..there we were..the rest as they say...is history...
Or more like...eternity!
15 years later I am reading her blog Spontaneous Deliberation and I am barely breathing.
Truth teller.
Crusader.
Sojourner.
Prophet.
Friend.
When is it time?
When do we get it.
Life is about telling the truth.
Bringing out our secrets.
Turning on the light.
What are we afraid of?
This is not about a trade off.
We don't keep it all together, maintain our reputations...for God... or each other.
He is not a vending machine.
He is not a gum ball machine.
We can never put in enough coins....
Where do we get the coins anyways?
Counterfeiting is against the law.
We do it all the time.
We make our own currency:
Forgiveness for healing:
a trip down memory lane forgiving 4 that I can remember, for 10 years pain free...please
Tithing for Wealth:
10 % investment for a profit of 300% PLEASE!
Worship for a renewal:
5 songs of intimacy on Sunday morning for a "get out of my depression for a day" card....
I'll have combo 5 please...super sized!
Let me just get my wallet.
God... we have turned you into a drive-thru.
Why don't you just do another Sodom ?
Fire and brimstone anyone?
Re-runs are the thing now-a-days.
What do we think?
He's withholding?
Why?
What can I give him?
To change his mind?
God is not me...he's not us...
He's not on a power trip...trying to make a little profit on the side.
He doesn't need anything else.
He owns all there is.
Our view of God is screwed.
But ... that's never stopped him.
Kelly?
His.
Totally.
I see things.
All the time.
I know that I know that in spite of all my crap... he still shows me things from his point of view.
It's like I am standing with my face right in his and the deeper I look into his eyes, the more I see from his perspective.
Kelly.
I can barely breathe when I think of how he sees her.
Beautiful.
CAPTIVATING.
Passionate.
ReAl....real.. r E a L
Her limitations. Facts. Have no bearing on the truth of who she is.
Her humanity. Fact. Has no influence on his design....
His commitment to her remains.
He is undaunted.
His lavish love overcomes.
...she lives...and moves and has her existence in LOVE.
Love NEVER fails.
Never.
Fails.
Us.
Even if we think we are failing him.
The two are mutually exclusive.
Kelly?
She's my hero.
And I can hear her laughter, all the way over here in snowy, cold Manitoba....
She's my girl.
Monday, December 31, 2007
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Thanks honey. I'll write more when I stop blubbering.
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