A Writers Block

It seems pretty simple. You meet someone and he clicks with you. He brings you flowers, writes you notes, puts you first, tells you that you're beautiful, makes sure you are taken care of and protected. You in turn show him he's amazing, tell him he can do anything, encourage him to try, and make his life richer (whether he knows it or not). Life grows to be better with each other than without. So you decide to keep each other around forever.... "Mawage is wot bwings us togever tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam.... And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva.... So tweasure your wuv." Then real life hits and your characters are tested. The time when love came easily for you both has been overshadowed. This is when True Love shows itself... or doesn't. What's True Love? Start with the Creator... God is Love. The living example of True Love. So if God is in you - the One you rely on in hard times, the Guide for your actions and s

The passage I read the other day is one of my most favorites and most impactful in my life. 2 Corinthians 12:1-10 is well known for it's "My grace is sufficient" part but there is so much more there. Paul's comment "but I refrain [from boasting] so no one will think more of me than is warranted by what I do or say" is powerful. What I do should be all that matters. What I may tout or say may be good but how I live my life says so much more. I'm gonna mess up. I'm gonna say the wrong things because I can be a little dense or moody (yup... just ask my sweetie). But God will never say the wrong things. He will always be there and if I am doing my best to let Him be my Guide then my actions should be more in line with Him. My actions "speak" the state of my heart. The section about the thorn given to Paul to keep him from becoming conceited points to God being in control, too.  I have clung to this part because of my need for any excuse for

Two days... for two days my Bible came with me, sat by me, beckoned me. I hadn't studied in weeks and hadn't made any quiet time with God. He brought a song to me and struck my heart with it's words and sound. I was moved by it, more than usual, when all of a sudden a beautiful bald eagle swooped down in front of me and then back up into the tree, as if just to catch my attention. I wanted to cry... so I said, "Thanks." I knew God was there and trying to get at my heart. But I still filled my time with other things. There were perfect times cleared away for study time, too. In these two days I had time alone, a quiet house, or just a space I'd carved out for myself. Each time I thought to sit and study I was dragged away or down. Today, little things got in my way, pulled me away. A cloud of doubt whispered, "Why sit and study? You'll just forget whatever He says. You won't put it into action." Then legitimate things came up. Time with my d