Hide/seek.

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"A girl should get so lost in God, that a guy has to seek Him to find her..."

- Talitha Ruth Piper

I always wondered who said that.

Found out today.

Those Pipers and their wisdom...

Good truth. I'd like to say I think the reverse is true as well.

They will know us by our love.

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Blog title: "By Our Love" by Christy Nockles

Risk.

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Potential favorite C.S. Lewis quote ever:

(I need to read waaaay more first)

"To love at all is to be vulberable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully 'round with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entablements, lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken, it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."

Thanks, T. Gunter. Love you sister.

It makes no sense.

If I could tell you why I took this job in 8 lines, there you have it. I don't really know why I'm here except I was commanded to be. And because 25 cents an hour is a huge draw. Duh.

I'm one of those in-love-with-love people.

(Chyeah. Not the romantic kind, people. That'll be fun one day though I'm sure.)

I'm fascinated with how God built love.

How he made it to be a reflection of a salvation story.

But then we grabbed it. Then we twisted that redemption mirror into snobby ignorance of the ugly and the homeless and the brokenhearted.

We turned it into The Bachelorette.*

* Not that I won't be watching tonight. Just proving a point.

Huh. How'd that happen?

So I was thinking about it yesterday. What it really means to love. And this wound up on the pages of my journal:

Messiest handwriting ever. Good thing God can probably read it.

It doesn't make sense at all to love. Like, at ALL. If you really think about what it really means. It's kinda the most preposterous, unsafe thing you could ever do with your life. I mean, the you-might-get-burned rate of playing in traffic is probably lower than extending biblical love to someone.

But that's the fun in it.

We trust in the "and it never fails" part.

And we go for it.

Why not?

Slow down. Be still. Let go. We will. Be here. Be now.

If you choose to love / to know that the call / is give all that you are

To give love away.

Rise, rise. People of love rise. And give yourself away.

- Robbie Seay Band. Thank you Pandora, which I listen to on the reg each a.m.