I named this blog love unscripted because my dear friend and I thought it perfectly captured our view of love. Love flows like a river without boundaries, direction, or limitations. It is a rhythm, a pattern of love set into motion by God. We need this flavor of love in our lives. This love we need is often contrary to the love we are told to take. We need the insane kind of unscripted love that abounds from the doors of God's heart. But we are told to hold onto "man-made" love. Love that is altogether predictable and ordinary. This post is a battle-cry, an attempt at encouragement, to the women wounded by "man-made" love. Dear sisters, I have watched you surrender to a version of love that abuses your heart. The sparks in your eyes are fading. I see you are weary from the challenges of love. Take courage and keep fighting, because you are not alone. Do not let the world take away your tutus. Wear them proudly, dance, and embrace the wild whimsy God has given you. Let yourself experience the love you were created to exist in. I beg you to be stubborn. Refuse to listen to the tempting whispers of the lonely, the desperate, the selfish, and the weary. You are beautiful, be brave and allow yourself to feel beautiful. Take pride in your va-va-voom and shake those tail feathers. You are a girl, a woman, a daughter, a lady, a princess. Be you and just you. You have earned the right to love and be loved simply by existing. Do not accept the love you think you deserve. Because love is not deserved, love is given.
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Traveling connects your mind with your soul. Without a culture or people to feel accountable to, without a language to lean on, you are left with…you. You begin to discover the innate commonality between all people. There is an identity to be had separate from the molding of society, organized religion, politics, even the people you love. Traveling is not a thorough enough verb for what I am talking about. Traveling is the simple task of stepping on foreign soil. I am talking about inhaling life one city, one person at a time. Going to where the people are and breathing it in as if it were oxygen. This requires an effort to be a part of a life you don’t understand yet. I guarantee you, most people in France could care less about the Eiffel Tower. It’s like going to the White House to understand America. We seek after colorful pamphlets and subject ourselves to long bus tours. We want to feel adventurous, educated, entitled, and experienced. But we loose the only thing worth gaining from our travels, and that is perspective. When you see the world through the eyes of a high schooler, or an old uuiger man in the countryside of China, you find a part of your humanity you didn’t know you had. A kind of life that fills you to the brim with questions and compassion for the people you’ve met and the ones you might never hear of. The most valuable moments of my life are moments where God shows me a peek of himself in His creation, in a person, in a new language, in a new culture. Little snapshots of God’s touch on humanity. Perspective. Recognizing people around the globe are all looking for the same answers. Seeking grace, peace, love, and acceptance. Go somewhere. Gain some perspective |
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