Trying to finish reading this beautiful book, but I can’t seem to get past each chapter without sobbing flood waters of emotions. #read #reading #heidibaker #rollandbaker #learningtolove #love #book
Yes, I don’t find myself pretty. It’s not false humility, and I’m not fishing for compliments. I think I am average, plain, and simple…and I like it that way. When somebody does throw a compliment my way about my appearance I think them kind and sweet that they can see something special in how I present myself to the world. I thank them sincerely for their generous words because I cannot negate an opinion. I consider their compliments gifts from the heart for the heart. I do not think of myself as ugly either because I know I was made special by the maker. I’m different, unique, not perfect but most certainly a work in progress, and quite possibly with Gods plan…a masterpiece.
I’m ok with not being known as that girl with perfect skin, legs that go on for days, hair to be envied, a slender body, or a fashion sense to die for…things that fade…things that tend to disappear most especially when they have nothing significant associated to them other than being physical traits.
The beautiful people are those who I surround myself with. Family and friends…loved ones who I’ve grown to know, trust and care about. I yearn and strive to be like my loved ones. People with kind and generous hearts who are ready to help you the minute you cry out in need. These are people with gentle and nurturing spirits who concern themselves with your nightmares and/or dreams, who involve themselves in your fears or failures and/or success . The beautiful in my life are the people who have left quite an extraordinary impression in my heart, that when I go back and revisit a memory, I smile at the simple thought of how they showed love to me.
But here’s an honest confession, there was a time when I filled my head with thoughts of wanting to have better skin, an ideal weight, hair that can catch anyones attention and style that was envied..I have since left that to the World to die. I have now brought my thoughts and focus to things that are more valued by my heavenly father.
I want a heart so kind and generous that peoples hearts get filled with joy. I want to develop a sense of wanting to be personally involved in the lives of those around me to let them know that someone cares. I want arms and hands that are constantly and readily open to comfort and support anyone who needs it. I want a smile (despite it being broken and awkward) to be so full of sincerity that it washes away the pain of whoever receives it (even if it were momentary). I want eyes (despite them looking fatigued) that can see what’s special in every individual. I want a spirit so full of love that whenever I enter a room I get to change the mood into something positive, I get to put a smile on someones face because they are comforted by a feeling that they know I am a friend, that they can trust me, that I care for them, and that I am there to let them know they are extraordinary and special too.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry once wrote: “What is essential is invisible to the eye.” I appreciate people who think that, at times, in the physical I can be easy on the eyes, but I will most definitely appreciate it more if the compliment was for what my heart is and will be capable of.
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…not quite there yet…still a work in progress ^__^
I’m thinking I should be extra sweeter this coming February. I know the whole Valentines Holiday is a bit over rated and cheesy and preposterously consumeristic but I’d like to indulge and celebrate my love for the guy in my life on a day where its allowed and encouraged to be overly sweet & romantic to the point where its squeamishly cheesy. I understand that you don’t need a holiday to remind you to appreciate your loved ones. Showing you love your special someone should be a whenever everyday thing.
I’ve already ordered the first part of the surprise and I’m currently stuck with the dilemma of claiming it when its finally available. It has to be picked up in Manila, and with my genius commuting skills (which is pretty much zilch) I have no idea how to get there without my boyfriend. Obviously I couldn’t ask him to accompany me ‘coz that would ruin the surprise and the place is too far to cab it ‘coz that would cost me a fortune and I’m trying to save up more money for the rest of the surprise. I’ve decided to just go ahead and yield to my adventurous side and commute to Manila on my own. If it doesn’t work out, welllll…there will always be cabs =))
I’m hoping he appreciates the leaps and lengths I’ll be needing to go through to make this extra special for him. Hayyyy…the things you do for love… =))
“The only remedy for love is to love more.” (Henry David Thoreau)
Every morning I try to read 1 entry from Max Lucado’s Grace for the Moment. It serves as my daily source of spiritual strength. This is where I get my inspiration from. On weekends, especially on Sundays I spend extra time reading and re-reading the the entries. This morning I cried because I felt like I have read one of the best love stories in existence. It wasn’t lengthy, but it was enough to make me understand how loved we all are by our Creator. Today I am blessed with the thought that I am an original, creative, and loving creation. May you all be blessed with this thought as well. Have an awesome Sunday! ^__^