Isn’t it awesome that there are no hidden passages in the Bible? Like, everything is laid out for us, it’s open and free for us to read…at least in America.
I am so grateful for my freedom and the way that I can just pick up my Bible at anytime and read out of it, in public even.
Today I’d like to share with you one of my recent random-flipping-through-the-pages-verses, that I found while basking in the happiness of the sunshine.
“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in You.
Show me the way I should go,
for to You I lift up my soul.”
I just love it.
Ok, so there’s this book called “The Five Love Languages”, it has tons of different forms.
I just recently read the ‘Singles Edition’…meaning you are not married.
I am dating, but am still considered single-by this standard.
SO-I read this book and find it very helpful in my life. I will start by helping you understand what the love languages are:
1. Words of Affirmation (good job, I’m proud of you, etc..)
2. Quality Time (no words needed, you just love being with them)
3. Gifts (you make//buy gifts and give them for no specific reason and/or on holidays)
4. Physical Touch (hugs, holding hands, kissing, just touching in general-you show love through touch)
5. Acts of Service (doing dishes without being asked, helping when unneeded, etc.)
These are the five languages. Every person that God created (which is all of us) uses these languages to express our love to others. Now, this book teaches us how to show our love to others based on THEIR love languages.
For instance, your mom’s love language is physical touch, and yours is quality time, you get a hug from her, because that’s her way of showing love, but your ‘love tank’ isn’t filled, because you would rather spend time together.
This is an example of how some relationships becoming mundane. It is very important in relationships to understand each other’s way of expressing love.
Each person has at least one primary and one secondary love language.
I have two primaries: Quality Time && Gifts
My secondary: Physical Touch
Now, I’m not sure how different I am from other people on this topic, but for me, the category of ‘Gifts’ means to me, simplicity.
I am partial to things that are handmade and hand-picked.
Example: I’m going for a walk along the beach with my friend, and it has been a marvelous day so far, and I want to remember it. So, I want to hand-pick//receive something that can last for a lonnggg time as a reminder of this day; a neat stone, a glass bottle with sand//shells//drift wood in it, a flower, etc..
I would rather receive a hand-made necklace than a store-bought one, one simple wild-flower and not a dozen roses, etc…(although these are still wonderful gifts!!!)
Anywho-I recommend this book for any person. There are many things having to do with relating to others in general, so it’s a great life book.
If you would like to hear more ideas from me about this, then feel free to express that in a comment-I would love to rant more about The Five Love Languages upon request 🙂
This morning I received a call from my mom, who was at work, that when I was out of the house, my grandparents (dad’s side) called. They talked to my dad about their latest project that was going on at their farm in Minnesota.
Apparently (two) days ago, the Amish came, as hired hands for my grandpa, to take down the barn.
As my mom began telling me this, I began moping and feeling like a piece of me is torn away, after all, what is a farm without a barn?
Some of my favorite memories revolve around my grandparents farm and that barn was a special part of its life.
After hanging up with my mom, I called up my grandparents, for I was hit with a strike of wit while chatting previously. I called to ask how the ‘big project’ was going; how they pulled it down, if you could hear it when it fell over, etc…BUT, my main reason was to ask if they could save some scraps for us grandchildren. I can vouch for my cousins that it would be neat to take home, and cherish, a part of what we’d grown up around.
Every summer over the fourth of July, all of my dad’s side of the family, gets together for around a week and we all just reconnect and bond. At least our last family picture (this past summer) was with the barn in the background…maybe that was intentional….
The farm has a special place in my heart…it might just be one of my favorite atmospheres I’ve ever been exposed to.
This past Christmas:
I watch patiently as the birds fly around on the feeders, while icicles melt slowly in the sun with grace. Trees surround the peaceful farm day after day as the sun rises and sets. Feet of snow withhold the green grass from declaring its happiness and bounce. Blue skies reflect off the icy crystals blended with snow, creating a magical delicacy. An occasional breeze shakes magic off the great pine branches, while a lone swing sways in rhythm. An inch of glass separates me from the cold outdoors, but a candle provides the scent of pine; connecting the two worlds.
My mug of coffee, hand blended by my cousin, steams on the table by a stream of sunlight. I hear grandpa’s instrumental music fill the air, while my observing commences.
I’ve visited the farm many times in my life, so many in fact I cannot count. Every time I visit I make it an objective to have “Sarah time”. This is the place where I lose myself in the surrounding beauty, grace, and freedom. Time itself nearly disappears as if the farm is within a bubble of peace. My soul fills with poetry and blossoms with freedom from trials. How could such a place exist on Earth? Indeed, it is one of a kind. Fosston, Minnesota is where my escape is; the holder of the miracles. Miracles? Yes, miracles; surely even the light gets counted for, the magical snow, the lives that the farm-house holds when family visits–these are undoubtedly miracles of God. So, why would the Creator place me in such a beautiful circumstance? I have wondered.
Why would He bless me with such fervor? Just like the snowflake that falls on the ground in a storm, I am only one little life in all of creation.
Three days after Christmas, I had taken a walk for the main purpose of taking pictures to capture the magic that snow contained, but I received the added bonus of falling in love with God all over again. Just looking at the beauty that surrounded me, allowed me to focus on the awesome power of the Creator, and the many blessings that He has given me.
Psalm 16:2 “I said to the Lord, ‘You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing.’ ”
Psalm 57:5 “Be exalted, O God, above the Heavens; let Your glory be over all the earth.”
Psalm 145:3 “Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; His greatness no one can fathom.”
So, I was chatting with a good friend of mine last night, when I began ranting about what it would be like to have lived in the time of Jesus.
I started thinking about it more today, in church.
I have realized I am in hysterical wonder…
- How tall was Jesus?
- What did His eyes look like?
- Was His hair curly//straight//wavy?
- Did He play any instruments?
- What did His voice sound like?
- What did His singing voice sound like?
- Did He have a favorite fruit, season, color?
I could rant on and on, dream about meeting Him one day, and just think up in my own mind different things I would ask Jesus if I could hang out with Him in person, for one day.
When I get deeper and deeper into my imagination and thoughts, I get this feeling in my soul, I feel happy and awe struck, along with many other sensations. I believe that this is called, “being in love”. I never realized how amazing it was to be so drawn to Jesus that I could literally say that I am in love with Him. How amazing is this feeling, I hope this never goes away. It brings a smile to my face and joy in my step. I kinda feel like running a marathon or seeing if I could jump to catch a cloud.
Things that seem impossible, I feel like I could do. I just wanna shout from a high mountain, “I’M IN LOVE WITH JESUS CHRIST!!!”
Sundays have begun to touch me in different ways than before. God brings things to my attention that I hadn’t thought about in a while, or people to my mind that I should pray for, etc…