But I didn't fall in love.
It wasn't love at first sight.
I didn't get run over by the freight train of euphoria on the way to
mind-blowingly-amazing-ville.
But I don't mind. As a matter of fact, I'm glad.
Because falling in love can fall out again. The giant fireworks of
love at first sight looks miraculous for a moment, then quickly
fades. I'm stoking the fire of love, adding fuel to it carefully.
Sure, it doesn't look as impressive - but it does a much better job of
keeping me warm through the cold, dark night.
Both me and her have made a commitment to walk in love. To go slowly
not because we need less speed but so we don't miss the beauty on the
way over. I don't need mind-lowing when I have thought provoking,
inspiring, and graciousness every moment of the day. It just involves
being able to do two simple things. Give, like I have everything in
the world to give, and receive, like I'm a starved orphan gracious for
their next loaf of bread. I am so rich and so poor. And so filled
with joy.
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