Monday, August 29, 2016

I really really like this pen...

I have this pen I love... I can tell you exactly when I got it. May 2014 Miss Kitty (aka Karen Hilla) was in town specifically for Matt (18) and CJ's (17) high school graduation. We love Miss Kitty, I have known her since she was 12, and she has known the kids all their lives. She was in the country from China where she had been living for sometime. She let me borrow this pen to sign a card. Mistakes were made... I LOVED it. It is ultra fine, very small precise writing and it's BLUE!!!!!! I LOVE BLUE! I have blue eyes, I even have blue hair... I love blue. So, I promptly informed her she was not getting her pen back. Being the sweetheart she is, she acquiesced and I got to keep the pen. I have had it for 2 years. Two long years... and I never read it. Can you believe that? Kinda weird. I didn't care what it said, I cared that it writes good, is blue and was from Ms Kitty. Everytime I use it I think of her. Tonight I got it out to write in my prayer journal. Not about her, but I thought of her and said a prayer for her as I often do. She just left the country to spend another 2 years in China. For some reason (God's prompting perhaps?), tonight I read the pen. Do you know what it says???
"My favorite past time is thinking of you.
Today is special and so are you.

It's a very very beautiful day"
Well I'll be... How cool. It reminded me of Psalms 119:11 
"I have hidden Your word in my heart so I won't sin against You"
If we put God's word in our heart when we don't need it, it will surface when we need it and comfort us. How cool is that? 
I miss you Miss Kitty!!!

Friday, June 17, 2016

What do you mean he didn't say it back?????

I really love it when God shows me things, about myself or others. One of the things he showed me tonight was that "I love you" had become a trap to my husband. How? How could a simple phrase, words of affirmation, become a trap? Because early on when we first got married, 22 years ago, I trained him. I used to say I love you at night before we would go to sleep, and he had to say it back.
No, you don't understand. He had to say it back. I was Monkish (as in the tv show, as in obsessive compulsive, you HAVE to say it, or I won't let you go to sleep, because I won't be able to go to sleep, and we ALL know it is ALL about ME>>>) in my pursuit of his saying it back. To the point where it got to where he trained himself to be asleep and mumble it because I had to hear it. It was part of me being needy I had to have that security. It was a romantic notion, I wanted "I love you" to be the last thing each of us heard before we went to sleep. You know, incase something happened to one of us in the night... Ok, ok it was actually just selfish insecurity. I admitted it, are you happy now???
The problem is I OBSESSED over it. We would lay there and talk at night, and then I would hear him start to snore, so I thought to myself "I'll be nice and let him go to sleep..."
(out loud) "I love you..."
(patiently waiting for a response) "I LOVE you.."
(not so patient elbow jab) "I LOVE YOU>>>"
and he would mumble Ilu utoo"
Looking back I see how it became a trap.

However, I robbed myself of being able to give him the gift of saying I love you, without expecting him to say do or give me anything in return. I was young and foolish and didn't understand what unconditional love was. First Corinthians 13 love.
I Corinthians 13:4-8a

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love isn’t jealous. It doesn’t sing its own praises. It isn’t arrogant. It isn’t rude. It doesn’t think about itself. It isn’t irritable. It doesn’t keep track of wrongs. It isn’t happy when injustice is done, but it is happy with the truth. Love never stops being patient, never stops believing, never stops hoping, never gives up.
Love never comes to an end.

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