Isn't this beautiful!
posted by Brina @ 10:40 AM
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
About Me
- Name: Brina
- Location: Midwest, United States
Well, lately I'm an almost 29-year-old college senior with too many classes and not enough time. I have four nearly perfect, adorable munchkins, a wonderful husband, and a neighbor that kinda freaks me out. I have a big personality that I try to hide, but it continually escapes to get me into all kinds of trouble. I laugh too much, too loud, and at all the wrong moments. I cry too often, and usually without cause. And, despite my hectic schedule and all the homework, I thoroughly enjoy every minute of my life. (Except, of course, for mid-terms, finals, and presentations!!)
Previous Posts
- Star light, Star bright
- Saturday, In the Park
- Just a little pick me up
- Sometimes I Amaze Myself
- From the Mouths of Babes
- Wahoo!!! MG 29 Willow 14!! We had a blast. I didn'...
- Shhh!!
- Manic Monday
- If homework were exercise, I'd be a size 2 this we...
- Friday Night at the Lindseys
4 Comments:
No. And I can't put my finger on why. I mean, the sound is beautiful. But the meaning....it leaves me with the heebie jeebies and I don't know why yet. It's still plaguing me and when I've figured out what's bugging me about it, I'll let you know. Maybe it would help if you shared what you found beautiful about it? Maybe I'm missing something...
I can't believe you didn't like it!! I thought you would really like it. I don't ever watch the video, but the song is...well, it's about how people touch you (emotionally) and leave marks or fingerprints on who you are. Each experience, connection can either hurt or heal you, but they all have some impact on you. I think that every person we meet adds something to us. It makes me think about former relationships and how vunerable I felt sometimes. I learned a lot about myself because of the relationships I had. I got hurt and I hurt other people (never intentionally!!) and I had great times and emotional times and all of that has made me who I am. I don't know, I'll have to think about it a little more. I'll come over sometime and we can discuss (debate) it.
I haven't stopped pondering this one.
I'd love to have you stop by, but I'm afraid the extent of my debate abilities would be "I don't know, it just DOES, okay?!"
I think it just paints a picture of a weak, self-centered woman. If we base our definitions of who we are on the relationships we've had...yeah, it's gonna be scarred. and sad. It's all in the perspective, I think. It's like reading testimonies of people who have survived horrifying things, like the holocaust, Vietnam, etc. and comparing their outlook with others'. Certainly, everyone is different, but so often, you see this fighting spirit...a contentment even in those who have made it through...and it makes you want to slap the whiner next to you who thinks they've "got it so bad". Everybody has had hard times. We don't have to let it leave it's mark on us. We can learn and move on.
I don't know. I think I'm looking at it completely different than you. You're not a weak or self-centered woman. You're a mom and wife and a daughter of the King of Kings. You love your family and you're seeking to live your life for Christ. When I look at you, I don't see your past. I see only who you are and who you're becoming. And I just can't picture you in a kimono...pretty as it is.
You know, I said that all wrong, and I don't think I expressed it the way I'm really feeling it. I'm too tired to type tonight.
When reading that, please keep in mind that I know you *have* been through hard times - as deep as another man's holocaust. I did not mean to sound like I was trivializing anything that *anyone* has gone through. I just mean that though we don't always have control over what happens to us, we can control what we do with it. Do we let it bruise us forever? let it always be a tender spot like a sore tooth that we can't keep our tongue off of? Or do we go to the Dentist? Let Christ make us whole?
Does that make any more sense?
My teeth suddenly feel very dirty.
Post a Comment
<< Home