Wednesday, February 15, 2012

love is patient.

CAUTION: the following blog has not been written with the intention of offending anyone or
judging anyone, these are my personal opinions and I am not judging you if they are not yours. Like I said, they are opinions. If you do not agree, please move on, and do not take it personally.


Sometimes I like to blog and just get straight up honest. For example, when I blogged about doubt, that was just straight up honest. I had talked to my parents about that a few times when I was younger, but hadn't said a word about it to anyone in years. So I was just spilling out what was kept inside me. Once again, I'm gonna be straight up honest...even though I'm sort of scared to post this.

Middle school and/or high school relationships? I don't get it. I feel sure that less than 1% of them work out. Probably less than .1%, really. Everybody knows that person who has a new boyfriend every other week and you eventually stop trying to keep up with it because it changes too often to care anymore.

I don't understand the point. I really don't. I'm not saying it's wrong, I just don't get it. A boy asks you out; you say yes; you write on his Facebook wall and update your status every 10 minutes declaring your love for him; he kisses you; he breaks up with you; you cry for hours; repeat. I'm not sure why people want to go through this...the heart-breaks. But they do. Over and over and over. Until eventually, they've dated 23 boys and have lost count of how many boys they've kissed.

I saw this quote on Pinterest, a while ago. And I haven't forgotten it. Because it's so true.

And that's where the patience comes in. Because after all, what girl doesn't have a slight obsession with boys? And thinking about the perfect boy. And who you're going to marry. And trying to find the one you're going to marry. Cause I do this.

Seeing that this was something I felt important to deal with, I've been trying to be patient. And dwell on being patient. And dwell on the Lord's perfect timing. I know so many girls my age who have already had more boyfriends than I can count. And it just seems like a waste. A waste of time. A waste of energy. A waste of money. A waste of good birthday present ideas. etc. etc.

Now, I am by no means saying that all high school relationships are ridiculous. By no means. I know of people who have been dating since high school and are now married. And when this subject is brought up, I think people are quick to point out these people. But let's be honest. The ratio of young relationships that are going to work out to young relationships that will die long before marriage has got to be insane. I think I personally know maybe 3 couples who have gotten married in the past 10 years that have been dating since high school.

Face it.

It probably won't work out.

I hate to crush your dreams. But it really isn't very likely.

This is getting long. So I'm gonna try and wrap it up. Lately, I've been writing "PATIENCE" at the top of my calendar each week to remind myself to have the right mindset. Last week I went to write it again, when instead I wrote, "Love is patient." You know, from 1 Corinthians 13? Love is patient, love is kind, all that jazz. I don't even know why I did that. But I got to thinking. How does this apply to my current patience issue and why am I writing it at the top of my calendar instead of the usual "PATIENCE"?

Understand that other than the Lord, my ultimate love in this life is for my future husband. So this is the kind of love I am considering in this particular situation, and how I want to be patient in giving out this love, and waiting to give it out until I find him. I realize that I already love this person so much, even though I don't have a clue who he is.

So here's what dawned on me for the first time ever while thinking about why I had written "love is patient"...

If I really love him that much: more than my family; more than my friends; more than college basketball, then I'm going to be patient in waiting for him, right? My love for him should be patient. He doesn't want to marry a girl who's had more boyfriends than a caterpillar has legs! He wants to marry a girl that he can have all of.

So...the moral of the story...love is patient. And if I am really going to love the boy God has in store for me, I'll be patient to wait for him.

I realize that I'm pretty much one of the extremely few people on this earth who have this mindset, and most of you probably think I am insane. But just think about it for a little while. If it has no effect on you, move on with life and forget it.

Thank you for reading. Oh, and if you feel judged, refer to the first paragraph that beings with "CAUTION..."

Sunday, February 12, 2012

corn huskers. a leg solution.

Depending on how often/long you've been reading my blog (or how good your memory is), you may recall something about my legs. I mention them fairly often. I know it sounds weird. But click here for the blog about my leg chafing, and here for the blog about my double razor burn. And continue reading for my dry-leg solution.

Yes, solution. Get excited.

If you too have insane problems with your legs being extraordinarily dry; and if you too have been searching for some sort of lotion that will do the trick; and if you too have failed to find something that will even come close to helping....this post is for you. And for the other 98% of the people reading this, continue reading for your entertainment, or quit reading now.

As you may know, for the last couple of weeks my parents have been in the Bahamas while my dad speaks at an assembly in Spanish Wells. (I know what you're thinking...why in the world did I not go. School. I agree, horrible reason.) While they've been gone I've been partyin with Granma and Grandaddy. Well, not really partyin. More like living with them and while I'm here (which is rare) I'm doing school in my room. Anyway. At the beginning of my grandparent-vacation Granma asked if I was still having issues with my dry skin. I told her I was. And she handed me one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.



It wasn't that beautiful at the time...but now I just love the look of it. Because I know what is inside.

This stuff has worked wonders. My legs are still not at the quality of the average person's. But a few weeks ago they were far from average and now they are much, much closer. All thanks goes to Granma and the corn huskers. I don't even know what a corn husker is. Someone who husks corn? What is husking, anyway? Who cares? I will be forever indebted to them, whether a corn husker is a person, an animal, a force of nature, or an inanimate object.