Knowing love is my only prayer

My poor love a platform and setting for the Everlasting Love.

Grace

For GOD and you to love me, this is grace.

We do love and love imperfectly

When we love someone, we know that we do love. We know because that love comes from our heart. We know from how the object of love takes a position of importance in our mind and heart, that rules our thoughts and actions. We also know that although we love, we can try to love better and more rightly; our love is not perfect.

A housewifely note

This is a note on housewifely hopes to what grace can do to a man’s companion.

Daily companion to a man:

Meals plain and simple, not dainty dish; the world out there is complicated, he says

Home, not a frolicked display, but pleasant enough to retire; a day at work is often messy and tiring to have to play keep-house again at home

Household trivials but necessities calmly taken care of, not fussed about; there are many more significant tasks and duties

Admiration; for his particular attendance and preciseness to and about truth, he is not being particularly fussy

Care; the cares of the head and shepherd of the family are upon his shoulders

Rest; earthen vessels are not without bodily infirmities

Nurture; nature gets reticent at times

Tender encouragement; a man gets discouraged, confused, lost and disillusioned, too

Devotion and attention when he speaks, warmth and bonding when speaking becomes difficult

Strength and patience without murmurs; trials must come our way

Loyalty in failures; one cannot be proud of his failures, but we can still be loyal to him

Quietness in prayers; for faults, for remnants of sin, for ill will and distempers, for temptations he is faced with everywhere he goes

Above all, trust in him—in everything and in any matter at all, major and minor, big and small; there may lie our peace

A month since 31 January 2009

It has been a month of encountering the man with whom I have made a promise and covenant to share life’s journey.

Never perfect

May God help me to be a godly helper. I know I am far from being one and will never be the best for him, but let me rest in the love of God and his love. May perfection be not my goal, but love–the kind that flows from a heart that has received much.

Friendship is impossible without forgiveness

No matter how peaceful we try to be, eventually something comes between us. No matter how hard we try to live and love well, inevitably we hurt and disappoint. Often it is with those we love most and who most love us. Terrible mistakes, malicious remarks, unintended slights, promises betrayed, thoughtlessness, pettiness, and so on. Should friendship tumble because of these? When we fall short of the love we promised, when we succumb to small acts of insensitivities, when we become better at withdrawing ourselves rather than giving of ourselves? Friends will hurt and get hurt, disappoint and get disappointed, and yet they move on to not let hurt and disappointment be the final word. Only the best of friends know this, that friendship is impossible without forgiveness.

Two lame persons

I recently saw a couple, both lame, both walking limpingly.

It moved me to realise that what I saw with my eyes is a picture of what it really is for every couple, though not readily seen. And yet, precisely because both are lame, they need each other’s support to be strong.

We’ll marry a sinner

We’ll marry a sinner. There’s nobody else to marry. This ought to be obvious, but when we love a man/woman as we love ourselves, it’s easy to forget.

When I refuse to see man as bad

When I refuse to see man as bad, I refuse to see only God is good. When I see man as good on his/her own apart from God, I see how bad I am. When I can’t see that man keeps seeing man as good, proving how bad man is, I see how bad I am. Oh prideful am I, to refuse God as the only One who is good.