When my daughter was a toddler, I used to take her to a park not far from our apartment. One day as she was playing in a sandbox, an ice-cream salesman approached us. I purchased her a treat, and when I turned to give it to her, I saw her mouth was full of sand. Where I had intended to put a delicacy, she had put dirt.
Did I love her with dirt in her mouth? Absolutely. Was she any less of my daughter with dirt in her mouth? Of course not. Was I going to allow her to keep the dirt in her mouth? No way. I loved her right where she was, but I refused to leave her there. I carried her over to the water fountain and washed out her mouth. Why? Because I love her.
God does the same for us. He holds us over the fountain. “Spit out the dirt, honey,” our Father urges. “I’ve got something better for you.” And so he cleanses us of filth; immorality, dishonesty, prejudice, bitterness, greed. We don’t enjoy the cleansing; sometimes we even opt for the dirt over the ice cream. “I can eat dirt if I want to!” we pout and proclaim. Which is true—we can. But if we do, the loss is ours. God has a better offer.
Julia Child is my spirit animal…
If the person you love knows you’re a Christian and says he or she’s a Christian too, that means almost nothing. In one sense, it means a lot, in that if they categorically say they’re not a believer, you have no business marrying them. However, I hope you want more than just someone who simply says he or she’s a Christian. Consider marrying a certain kind of Christian, one with a humble spirituality. By humble spirituality I mean, does your Christian understand he or she is not perfect and needs to grow and listen to God? Does your Christian pray on his or her own outside of church? Is your potential future spouse a student of the Bible knowing they have much to learn?
I’m sitting here thinking of you, how I want to be with you, but I don’t just want the idea of you, I want the reality of you; the you that is hidden to the world.
I want the you without makeup, I want the you with makeup.
I want the you that makes me angry, I want the you that makes me happy.
I want the you in the cute dress, I want the you in the sweat pants.
I want the you that I can love well, I want the you that I can be friends with.
I want the you that I can make laugh, I want the you that I can make happy.
I want the you that has sad memories, I want the you that has happy memories.
I want the you that gets happy at seeing a friend, I want the you that doesn’t want to see that one friend.
I want the you from the past, present, and the future.
I want the you whose pillow has known more tears than dreams, I want the you whose mind is full of thoughts.
What I am trying to say is that I want you, all of you.