I can’t understand grace. Even if I try really, really hard, suddenly there’s workers who get paid full wages for working half a day and there’s sinners and there’s forgiveness and there’s ME. And I look at this miracle of life and this gift of grace and I wonder why everyone doesn’t believe this–why they just can’t accept the truth of the gospel. Being loved this well in ways I get to spend a lifetime discovering is so beautiful. Let’s tell everyone.
Part of me is frustrated at my lack of romantic interests. I cite companionship, future plans, not going after every boy, desire to support someone, all those things, and in the midst of them I lose God. I lose that He knows all parts of my soul. And that I’m young and I have no idea what I’m doing and goodness I’m not even close to being ready. And then, though part of me is still itching and wanting it, it’s ok. I can handle it.
I really can’t wait to throw tea parties. If I am not blessed with a husband and girls, I’ll just have to borrow a few for a day and have tea parties and teach them to sew and pretend we’re pretty, pretty princesses. And then we’ll read some Angelina Ballerina books and perhaps a few chapters of the Shoe books.
So my love languages are gifts and words of affirmation, if anyone wants to know. It’s been really neat finding out what my friends’ love languages are and learning how to love them best. I definitely buy into Dr. Chapman’s theories.
As I was making that picture for my about page, I was thinking how much my face has changed since I’ve come to college. It’s matured…which is really nice. I hope I am looking older.
Lastly, redeeming love has been my theme and shall be til I die…
Katora,
Sarah
