To begin with, can I share a comment I just deleted?
"I am terribly sad and have no one in this world. Have so much of love to give but there are no givers and takers. I am a 48 year old woman, 5'8" tall and weigh 56 kilos. Wish to have a caring friend who is well settled and enjoy finer things in life."
What in the world? Can you imagine who might have written this if it weren't just spam (which it was)? Imagine the self-awareness and self-concept that fictional person must have had, to list her most important identifying attributes as (1) having lots of love, (2) being 48, (3) being 5'8", (4) weighing 56 kilos, and (5) wishing for a friend. Part of me wants to say HOW AWFUL! Part of me identifies with this girl, seeing parts of all my friends and part of myself bound up in her desperation.
Which brings me to my family. It's been an unbelievable blessing to celebrate Christmas and my birthday all in one week, all five of us under one roof. It reminds me of my roots. There are people in West Virginia and Montana who love me. There is a man in the highest courts of heaven who loves me. How can I manage to remember weeks like this when I'm having trouble turning my prime self-description from "I am needy," into "I am loved?" How can we help one another turn each other's self-definitions from descriptions of want into descriptions of grace? I suppose it begins with evangelism. I suppose (correct me if I'm wrong) that all of our relationships should start with evangelism.
My brother's leaving today at 4 pm. Sigh.
Posted by nickles at January 14, 2005 10:10 AM