Monday, February 28, 2022
February 28--More Love
Sunday, February 27, 2022
February 27--Traveling Together
Earthrise, Astronomy Picture of the Day, 2/27/22 |
Saturday, February 26, 2022
February 26--Freedom to Love
I remember playing with this as a kid. |
Friday, February 25, 2022
February 25--Love is the Best Thing
Big pile of love right there! |
Thursday, February 24, 2022
February 24--Love Being Love
Doodles by my friend, PH |
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
February 23--The Best Stuff
2/21/22, Wichita, Kansas ❤❤ |
Tuesday, February 22, 2022
February 22--I'm Lovin' It
Monday, February 21, 2022
February 21--Infinite
--Anne Morrow Lindbergh
So many flowers, so much Love! |
Sunday, February 20, 2022
February 20--Heart Wisdom
Saturday, February 19, 2022
February 19--Love's Directions
--Kahlil Gibran
Friday, February 18, 2022
February 18--HUGS!
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The ecstasy of a belly rub |
Thursday, February 17, 2022
February 17--A Break
We are having the exact opposite this morning: a snowstorm 😞 |
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
February 16--Put Away the Calculator
Pennsylvania beauty, another reminder of infinite love |
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
February 15--Adventure!
Monday, February 14, 2022
February 14--Love Requires Freedom
At Niagara Falls |
Sunday, February 13, 2022
February 13--Send Flowers
Saturday, February 12, 2022
February 12--Hold On Tight
Friday, February 11, 2022
February 11--Need/Love
Thursday, February 10, 2022
February 10--Blossoms
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
February 9--New World
A favorite "new world"--pet ownership with friend Barney |
Tuesday, February 8, 2022
February 8--Loving Love
--Elizabeth Gilbert
Monday, February 7, 2022
February 7--Love Protection
Love on a Colorado hike (parents- & grandparents-to-be) |
Sunday, February 6, 2022
February 6--Self-Care
Yayoi Kusama, INFINITY MIRRORED ROOM - MY HEART IS DANCING INTO THE UNIVERSE |
Saturday, February 5, 2022
February 5--Headed in the Same Direction
Friday, February 4, 2022
February 4--Love's Power
Those teenagers referenced above have always been my favorite golfing buds. |
Thursday, February 3, 2022
February 3--Feel Good Words
Dusty and Barney sharing naptime with me...❤❤ |
Wednesday, February 2, 2022
February 2--Up to the Challenge?
- My mother so loved her mother that when Grammie Wilson died suddenly of a heart attack (when I was 4 years old), my mother's world was wrecked.
- I have no idea whether my parents loved each other anymore after that death. (I am assuming they were in love early on.) My dad drank more and more, built an "office" out in the garage where he could drink in peace, and there was either lots of fighting or vicious silence. My mom had no means of supporting herself, so she was stuck.
- I watched my sisters-in-law raise seven children, with one brother in the military and the other who worked during the day and spent the rest of his time lying on the couch watching TV. I believe both pairs loved each other.
- My husband and I had a long-distance romance for a couple of years before we both landed in Wichita and were married. We had email because we worked for the same company. But the long-distance phone bills were outrageous!
- It was a love like no other when I first held my older son. I could never have imagined the power or depth of "mother love."
- I thought I could not possibly love another child as much as I did the first, but that proved to be a silly thought. The love simply expanded, once again beyond my imagining.
- Raising two sons brought "tough love" into the picture in a big way.
- The love between my husband and me has matured over our nearly 36 years of marriage. We are comfortable, we enjoy each other's company, and we are independent enough to pursue those things that interest us.
- Our older son recently married and is going to be a dad. It is a whole 'nother experience to see one's kids in love enough to make such commitments.
- Lastly there is the fellowship love I have discussed in the previous two posts. Without it, none of the other love in my life would have happened.
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
February 1--More on Fellowship
--Zelda Fitzgerald
Brian McLaren invites readers to imagine that they are among the disciples in John’s Gospel, gathering together in Jerusalem after Jesus’ death:
We were afraid that first Sunday night, just three days after Jesus died. Really afraid. We were afraid to go outside in case someone might recognize us as Jesus’ friends and notify the authorities...
So there we remained, tense, jumpy, simmering with anxiety. What happened Friday had been ugly, and we didn’t want it to happen to the rest of us. Every sound startled us. Suddenly, we all felt something, a presence, familiar yet... impossible. How could Jesus be among us?
And from that night, we learned something essential about what this uprising is going to be about.
[This uprising of the gospel] isn’t just for brave people, but for scared folks like us who are willing to become brave. It isn’t just for believers, but for doubting folks like Thomas who want to believe in spite of their skepticism. It isn’t just for good people, but for normal, flawed people like you and me and Thomas and Peter.
And I should add that it isn’t just for men, either. It’s no secret that men in our culture often treat women as inferior. Even on resurrection morning, when Mary Magdalene breathlessly claimed that the Lord was risen, the men among us didn’t offer her much in the way of respect. There were all sorts of ignorant comments about “the way women are.” Now we realize the Lord was telling us something by bypassing all of the male disciples and appearing first to a woman. As we look back, we realize he’s been treating women with more respect than the rest of us have right from the start.
We have a term for what we began to experience that night: fellowship. Fellowship is a kind of belonging that isn’t based on status, achievement, or gender, but instead is based on a deep belief that everyone matters, everyone is welcome, and everyone is loved, no conditions, no exceptions. It’s not the kind of belonging you find at the top of the ladder among those who think they are the best, but at the bottom among all the rest, with all the other failures and losers who have either climbed the ladder and fallen, or never gotten up enough gumption to climb in the first place.
Whatever else this uprising will become, from that night we’ve known it is an uprising of fellowship, a community where anyone who wants to be part of us will be welcome. Jesus showed us his scars, and we’re starting to realize we don’t have to hide ours.
So fellowship is for scarred people, and for scared people, and for people who want to believe but aren’t sure what or how to believe. When we come together just as we are, we begin to rise again, to believe again, to hope again, to live again.