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| i've experienced a fairly large number of awkward moments over these last few days. i wish it weren't true, but i actually think that it's because i was in the midst of thousands of other missionaries/missions-minded folks. i would hope that working cross-culturally actually increases our social aptitude, having to navigate across a larger span of differences, but alas, i'm afraid that is not necessarily the case. i experienced other people creating uncomfortable situations, and i also know that i created plenty myself. and maybe all those strange moments ultimately built up a sort of awkward norm that fed itself. i'm not sure, but i really should have kept a tally. we could have filmed an episode of the office this weekend with all the socially awkward energy floating around.
hum. well, of all the awkward moments that i experienced these past few days, i'm just now realizing that i was the common denominator... so maybe it was just me. it's very possible. heh. [awkward pause]
at any rate, i just stopped by mysterygoogle.com, after reading about it on one of my new favorite websites. it's mysterious. if someone could offer some help to solve this mystery, please let me know.
lovelove,
wedgie | | |
| it was a round rainbow that went nearly the whole way around the sun. i've never seen anything like it, and i'm going to venture to say that probably no one else noticed it. i believe it was a gift just for me. God is really delightful.
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| this last journey was the first one in nearly two years where i did not lose my luggage on one of my flights. TWO YEARS. and i've been on plenty-o-flights. i know so well the process of filing a claim and having my bags delivered to me that it almost seems like part of the travel deal. i've gotten to have my belongings delivered to me, free of charge, more times than i can count. well, it's either that luxury, or my bags are actually lost and gone forever... that's an option as well. *shrug* it's served me quite well to pack certain necessities in my carry-on.
anyway. i just wanted to share my GMHC miracle. i'm flying again tomorrow. we'll see what happens.
lovelove,
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| as is with almost all major life events, the time surrounding the beginning of a marriage is filled with advice, adages, time-tested philosophies, thoughts on love and forgiveness and joy. i've welcomed these words, and they've typically been offered with kind intent and hopeful hearts. it's been nice. there have been a handful of cynics slipping into the mix, but for the most part, weddings and new marriages bring out lots of wonderful positive experiences and ideal ideas.
one old saying has come to mind lately, the one that tells us that "Love is blind." i think that there are probably a number of ways to explain what this one means, but basically, i think it's saying that a person who loves another will overlook any number of inadequacies / flaws / mistakes in the other, and love the person for who they are. it really is a beautiful concept. we all want to be loved for who we are and who we strive to be.
but then i've also been thinking about something that another dear friend has told me--it's a quote from G.K. Chesterton. it says, "Love is not blind; that is the last thing that it is. Love is bound; and the more it is bound the less it is blind."
yeah, i think we ought to pause and re-read that quote a few more times.
something about it makes me hunger to live in a deeper reality. to see God's beloved bride more clearly. to see and experience with even more heartbreaking certainty that every one of us is tragically inadequate / flawed / unrighteous, so that we can see that the grace and love that is yet waiting for us is THAT much more breathtaking. love is not blind; it does not just shrug at and overlook problems--that would be a lost opportunity to experience true intimacy. in order to be really loved for who we are, i think we need to be fully seen and known first.
lovelove,
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| i got a spider bite this weekend. the two black dots, presumably the fang marks, filled with pus within a couple of hours. it was really cool. and gross. i was just advised to use a pen to outline the red part (to make certain it's not growing and threatening my life) and found that instead of a circle, it's a bowler hat. heh.
name that movie!
lovelove,
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