Saturday, August 6, 2011

Love.


I am tremendously grateful today that I have the opportunity to spend a couple of days with some of my friends.  I have friends that are dealing with an unbelievable amount of stress right now.  I have always been amazed by how people deal with stress in their lives.  I guess I am always watching people in this way because I am anxious for new and better ways to deal with stress in my own life. 

I digress.

Stress is a strange thing...it brings out the best and the worst in people.  When you impose change on a team or a company it will often reveal cracks in the system.  In the same way, if you impose stress on a relationship it seems to have a similar result.

I am amused and delighted in watching my friends beautifully deal with the stress in their lives.  This is stress they didn't agree to, ask for, or know was coming...yet, they have endeavored to persevere with grace, dignity...but mostly with love.  It is a testament to them as individuals and as a couple.

Now before you get all mushy and  awww...they are not perfect.  Perfection is not the end game.  Love is the end game.


I love this...."Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Love."

Love is a choice. 

I guess if you are reading this you know that my favorite movie is Pollyanna.  Well the movie is based on the book by Eleanor Porter.  I have included one of my favorite parts of the book/movie in an excerpt below...

Later, in Chapter 22, Eleanor Porter has Pollyanna explaining the Glad Game to Rev. Paul Ford. Speaking about her father, notice how Pollyanna innocently expounds the Scripture to the parson:
"Yes, and I used to ask him just as I did you if he was glad he was a minister." The man under the tree smiled a little sadly. "Well--what did he say?" "Oh, he always said he was, of course, but 'most always he said, too, that he wouldn't STAY a minister a minute if 'twasn't for the rejoicing texts." "The--WHAT?" The Rev. Paul Ford's eyes left the leaf and gazed wonderingly into Pollyanna's merry little face. "Well, that's what father used to call 'em," she laughed. "Of course the Bible didn't name 'em that. But it's all those that begin 'Be glad in the Lord,' or 'Rejoice greatly,' or 'Shout for joy,' and all that, you know--such a lot of 'em. Once, when father felt specially bad, he counted 'em. There were eight hundred of 'em." "Eight hundred!" "Yes--that told you to rejoice and be glad, you know; that's why father named 'em the 'rejoicing texts.' " "Oh!" There was an odd look on the minister's face. His eyes had fallen to the words on the top paper in his hands--"But woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!" "And so your father--liked those 'rejoicing texts,' " he murmured. "Oh, yes," nodded Pollyanna, emphatically. "He said he felt better right away, that first day he thought to count 'em. He said if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it--SOME. And father felt ashamed that he hadn't done it more. After that, they got to be such a comfort to him, you know, when things went wrong; when the Ladies' Aiders got to fight--I mean, when they DIDN'T AGREE about something," corrected Pollyanna, hastily. "Why, it was those texts, too, father said, that made HIM think of the game--he began with ME on the crutches--but he said 'twas the rejoicing texts that started him on it." "And what game might that be?" asked the minister. "About finding something in everything to be glad about, you know. As I said, he began with me on the crutches."
Love is a choice.  Love is an active choice...just like the glad game.  I believe with all of my heart that God intends for us to be happy....to love...to be loved.  It is still a choice.  An active choice we must make every day. 

I pray that I always remain open to love in my life...both in the giving and receiving.  It isn't always easy.  It means we must be willing to be hurt.  It means (in some ways) we must be willing to hurt others. 

Be glad today for the love in your life.  Strive to love more.  Note to Self ~ Love never fails...*pause* only God's love never fails.  Our love fails all the time...why?  We are human.  So when love fails you or you it...learn and choose to love again.  Endeavor to persevere.  Love is a choice.  If you choose love, you will be glad you did. 

Love.  Love often.  Simply love.

Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) 

2 comments:

  1. Funny that we both blogged about "ruts" today! Thrilled to find another Arkansas blogger, come visit me at Granny Mountain on Beaver Lake...

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  2. I love your blog!!! This was a favorite of mine too. :)

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