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Love (III) By George Herbert [Nov. 28th, 2017|03:27 pm]
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked any thing.

A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?

Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.
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Love, Kindness, and Relationships [Nov. 24th, 2016|10:49 am]
"People who turned toward their partners in the study responded by engaging the bidder, showing interest and support in the bid. Those who didn’t — those who turned away — would not respond or respond minimally and continue doing whatever they were doing, like watching TV or reading the paper. Sometimes they would respond with overt hostility, saying something like, “Stop interrupting me, I’m reading.”

These bidding interactions had profound effects on marital well-being. Couples who had divorced after a six-year follow up had “turn-toward bids” 33 percent of the time. Only three in ten of their bids for emotional connection were met with intimacy. The couples who were still together after six years had “turn-toward bids” 87 percent of the time. Nine times out of ten, they were meeting their partner’s emotional needs.

There are two ways to think about kindness. You can think about it as a fixed trait: either you have it or you don’t. Or you could think of kindness as a muscle. In some people, that muscle is naturally stronger than in others, but it can grow stronger in everyone with exercise. Masters tend to think about kindness as a muscle. They know that they have to exercise it to keep it in shape. They know, in other words, that a good relationship requires sustained hard work.

There are many reasons why relationships fail, but if you look at what drives the deterioration of many relationships, it’s often a breakdown of kindness. As the normal stresses of a life together pile up—with children, career, friend, in-laws, and other distractions crowding out the time for romance and intimacy—couples may put less effort into their relationship and let the petty grievances they hold against one another tear them apart."

See http://www.businessinsider.com/lasting-relationships-rely-on-2-traits-2014-11?IR=T&r=US&IR=T
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Crush. [Nov. 15th, 2016|02:12 pm]
 Heartbeat. Accelerating.
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Word. [Dec. 18th, 2015|03:55 am]
Romans 6:6-14 The Message

6-11 Could it be any clearer? Our old way of life was nailed to the cross with Christ, a decisive end to that sin-miserable life—no longer at sin’s every beck and call! What we believe is this: If we get included in Christ’s sin-conquering death, we also get included in his life-saving resurrection. We know that when Jesus was raised from the dead it was a signal of the end of death-as-the-end. Never again will death have the last word. When Jesus died, he took sin down with him, but alive he brings God down to us. From now on, think of it this way: Sin speaks a dead language that means nothing to you; God speaks your mother tongue, and you hang on every word. You are dead to sin and alive to God. That’s what Jesus did.

12-14 That means you must not give sin a vote in the way you conduct your lives. Don’t give it the time of day. Don’t even run little errands that are connected with that old way of life. Throw yourselves wholeheartedly and full-time—remember, you’ve been raised from the dead!—into God’s way of doing things. Sin can’t tell you how to live. After all, you’re not living under that old tyranny any longer.

You’re living in the freedom of God.
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Work [Dec. 6th, 2015|10:55 pm]
That moment when you feel so stressed that you want to puke. 
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Enemy [Dec. 5th, 2015|03:42 am]
Can someone tell me why I feel like the enemy here? 
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Ruby Sparks 2 [Jun. 18th, 2014|03:33 pm]

She was his most dearly-loved friend. She always had been and she always would be.

It is said there are many kinds of love - romantic love, paternal love, platonic love, love for one's country, and more. Much more. All different, all love. Ultimately, love is a recognition. It says, "there is something about you I cherish."

He loved her. He loved her more than his words could tell or his actions could ever express. He loved her even when she broke his heart, even when he broke hers.

It was a short time that they had known each other. Stormy, intense. It was no fault of hers, for he had a fragile heart. Most people he would keep at a safe distance but she was different. She was special, unique. He held on tight - too tight. She struggled for breath but she let him hold on anyway because she cared for him too. They grew together. They changed each other. They cherished each other.

And now it was the time of departure. People say that it's never goodbye, only farewell. But he didn't believe that. He looked at her, with a painted smile on his face and a dull ache in his heart. Could it be that this was the end? That they may never lay eyes upon each other until they meet again in the heavens? Words are spoken. Promises are made. He holds her tight - for he fears he may never hold her again.

Time marches forward without mercy - for time does not stop for weak sentiment or stretch for weepy goodbyes. Time will continue to match on, and only time will tell what would become this bond, this friendship. Would this just be another has-been, another someone-we-used-to-know? Or would they beat the odds and stand the test of time?

He questioned. He hoped.

He hopes. He still hopes.

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Borrowed thoughts [Jun. 4th, 2014|09:14 am]

"You were once my one and only. You were my darkest corner and my highest high. But nothing more than a childish dream, a half-thought idea. You were all in my head. The mind of a innocent girl who never knew any different — who was blinded with how much you appeared, never truly looking back to see how much you weren’t."

- http://thoughtcatalog.com/kat-smithers/2014/05/if-you-were-never-mine-why-does-it-still-hurt-so-much/

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Darkness [Apr. 7th, 2014|10:25 pm]
Sometimes, they come. Often in the night. Especially in the night.

And all you can do is run. 
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Ruby Sparks [Mar. 31st, 2014|07:55 pm]

She had hair like golden sun rays; chestnut brown eyes soft like the clouds; a smile as stunning as a starlit sky. Words could not describe those perfect cheekbones, nor the mauve freckles that appeared only after her skin has been kissed by sunlight. She was altogether beautiful. She was the fresh breeze of his spring and the gentle warmth of his summer.

She laughs; the sound lifting his soul and causing the spirit to soar . With her sonnet, she paints pictures of sunrises and sunsets, soft rainbows and the infinite sky. He revels in it, for he tastes something never to be captured again. Every moment unique, every experience magic.

She dances. Like a child, she spins and she swirls with reckless abandonment. She can't help it. The dance rises in her like an unstoppable tsunami, finding release only with the lifting of her arms and the gyration of her body. Like a hurricane she moves - powerful in her raw expressions. He stumbles after her with clumsy movements, hoping that one day - one day- he might twirl her in his arms.

She frowns. Perhaps it was his childish prattle. Perhaps it was because he echoed a lost idealism she once had. It was unnerving. With every exchange of ideas, they grew in depth of insight and gained fresh perspectives. He knows he won't be the same.

She was his teacher and student, his mother and daughter, his friend and his lover.

She was the cumulation of his dreams.

She was the sum of his fears.

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