There are plenty of blogs floating around the cyber world lamenting the state of being single on Valentine’s Day, and I’ve seen enough “I have the best husband in the word” facebook posts to make me question just how many best husbands can live on a single planet. To me both the “Woe is me, I can’t get a date” group and the “look everyone and be jealous” group seem a tad self focused and well, a little insecure. If you’re really so in love please get off facebook and spend sometime with your man, and if you want a date so badly why not try picking up the phone and asking someone out. I don’t want this post to be a rant, so I’ll stop there. What I do want to say is love is beautiful and painful. It’s often messy and usually quite unexplainable which is no surprise seeing as people are involved. The idea that meeting the right person will fix all your problems is stupid. I’m not saying that relationships are a bad thing, I’m just saying that people are flawed and no one person can (or should) be expected to meet your every emotional, physical, and spiritual need. Meeting the right person does not guarantee some kind of never ending marital bliss. Look at the Old Testament story of Isaac and Rebekah. When Abraham’s servant went searching for a wife for Isaac he prayed that God would lead him to the perfect girl. And God did. Rebekah was beautiful, she thought about others, she passed the test the servant set to find just the right girl, and she was willing to leave her family to become Isaac’s wife. Clearly she was the one. But while Isaac loved Rebekah and she is said to have been a comfort and joy to him, it is interesting to note that years down the road Isaac lied about being married to Rebekah in order to protect himself. In doing so he put his beloved in danger. Rebekah later turned on her husband encouraging her favorite son Jacob to trick his father into giving him the family blessing as opposed to his older brother Esau who was his father’s favorite. True love to the end right? Yeah, not so much. The point is we’re all messed up. No relationship is going to be perfect because no two people are perfect. Marriage is a wonderful thing but, it’s hard work that takes a whole lot of commitment and a whole lot of selflessness. But that’s what love is right? Putting someone above yourself and caring more about their needs and feelings then your own. So here’s to love on this day after Valentine’s Day. Go out and care about someone imperfect.
Monthly Archives: February 2012
It seems the older you get the less “wow” moments you experience. Maybe it’s because our imaginations have developed to the place where we can imaging almost anything, and reality rarely meets those high ideals. Yet most people still keep dreaming, imagining, hoping for something to stir that illusive place in the soul that begs for the magic of being completely in awe.
I was privileged to experience one of those moments the day before my 25th birthday. During a birthday getaway in California two of my friends and I decided to explore the country side. After consulting guide books and getting a recommendation from another guest staying at the hostel, we decided to hike the Skyline to the Sea Trail in the nearby state park.
The hike began on the coast of the Pacific Ocean. We lingered at Waddell Beach for awhile admiring the waves and seagulls, but then we left the surfers in their wet suits far behind as we heading up trail.
The trail wasn’t one of those sissy trials carefully lined with boards and smoothed out gravel. It was a real rugged trail with a steep inclines, and fallen trees which served as bridges for crossing the creek.
For me, the wow moment came when the path took one of its many turns opening up what looked like an enchanted forest. So far the many red wood trees we had passed stood quite stately. The sunbeams streaming through the giants’ branches was a sight to behold just as I had imagined it would be. But then we turn a corner, and the forest turned into a mystical secret garden exceeding even my dreamy expectations.
The trees were white and still. I felt like I had entered a place where no other human had been- some kind of tangled land where elves lived. I felt at peace and empowered at the same time. It’s in those moments when I feel God’s love the most. Something inside of me finally gets it and I think, “God you’re an artist. Your world is more beautiful than I can imagine, and your love deeper than I can express.”
I took a picture of my friend Lydia walking underneath the trees. Beth was already up ahead. In my mind I froze the moment that feeling of complete peace mixed with wonder and silent admiration. As Louis Armstrong used to sing, “I see tress of green, red roses too… and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.” At lest those hidden moments make it wonderful, and that’s what I want to hold on to.