My favorite: it's a relative word in my world. Those closest to me find it funny that almost everything is "my favorite". I'm like a 2-year-old discovering life, at times... everything is wonderful - everything is beautiful.
As I sit here - feet propped up on the arm of this quirky purple couch, my brother's homemade Americano in my right hand and keyboard keys occupying my left, I'm thinking, "This is my favorite". On the floor (filling the entirety of this little living room) lie two wonderful friends. In the bedroom 20 feet away I can hear my brother and his precious, pregnant wife giggling as he wakes her up. All our feet are dirty from yesterday's busy explorations. We're all a little tired from our late night talk. The beautiful sticky-dirty life covers our sleepy faces. This is my favorite.
I want my life to be filled with "favorites" and "beautifuls". I never want those words to be mundane or to lose their meaning because of my over-use of them. But I want to love life so much that I can, in all honesty, express my adoration of ... almost everything... as my favorite. This is my favorite life - it's my only one - but it's my favorite.
In a mere 90 days I'm getting married. I couldn't be happier. It's a peaceful, deep-breath, can't- wait-for-life excitement that I don't know if I've ever really experienced before. I find myself taking deep breaths and letting out joy-saturated sighs all hours of the day. He's a wonderful, beautiful man. I couldn't create a better one if I had the opportunity. He is truly my favorite.
God is so full of grace and so abounding in love - I'm amazed. I love the way He teaches me - the way life comes at me in the right speed and is full of ebbs and flows. I want to be more - to be better. I don't know how, always, but I know I do. Sometimes this tension drives me crazy - but when I stop and think about it, I realize that this tension is the reason everything else is so beautiful and the desire to be more is the reason I'm able to be more...to grow. I'm a blessed woman. Blessed and fulfilled.
It's a beautiful life.
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