" What Love means to a 4-8 year old: A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ’What does love mean?’ The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined
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‘When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’ – Rebecca, age 8
‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ – Billy, age 4
‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ – Karl, age 5
‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ –Chrissy, age 6
‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ -Terri, age 4
‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.’ – Danny, age 7
‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing , you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss’ – Emily, age 8
‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.’ –Bobby, age 7
‘If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you hate” –Nikka, age 6
‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday..’ –Noelle, age 7
‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’ –Tommy, age 6
‘During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’ – Cindy, age 8
‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’ –Clare, age 6
‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’ –Elaine, age 5
‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’ –Chris, age 7
‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’ -Mary Ann, age 4
‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’ –Lauren, age 4
‘When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ - Karen, age 7
‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross..’ –Mark, age 6
‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’ –Jessica, age 8
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing , I just helped him cry’. “
The greatest gift I’ve received costs $10.90 and the giver didn’t even remove the price tag. The deepest words I’ve heard today and would remember for a lifetime and beyond came from the lips of a man half asleep. I’m dazed. Maybe this is how it feels to be overwhelmed… Overwhelmed by love.
"For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, Which spreads out its roots by the river, And will not fear when heat comes; But its leaf will be green, And will not be anxious in the year of drought, Nor will cease from yielding fruit.” Jeremiah 17:8
He will not fear when heat comes, even when we feel it, even when we see it, we will not fear, I will not fear, he will not fear. Guard our heart, lord, guard my heart lord, guard daddy’s heart, abba…
For God did not give me a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, of craven and cringing and fawning fear), but [He has given me a spirit] of power and of love and of calm and well-balanced mind and discipline and self-control.
Lies are like cracks in a relationship. Cracks are small, too petty to fuss over, but their significance is apparent during times when heat come or in times of stretching. Because it’s easy to lie but not so easy to regain trust. And when one who has chosen to let go and trust again, finds herself being let down again, It’s like agitating past wounds, flesh that is re-torn bleed with greater severity than before. It will take a longer time to recover, And it may leave scars… invisible to the human eye.
sleepy gastric cannot take coffee sleepy cannot take coffee gastric pain no more sleepy gastric pain cannot work sleepy Jesus cannot take coffee Jesus gastric Jesus lie down like a sheep you anoint my tummy with oil my cup overflows not just the leftover coffee in my cup but the unceasing blessings is being poured into me and surely goodness and mercies are hunting me down and they are sure to catch me because I’m lying down
Since the flood, You paint the skies blue, so that whenever I look up I’ll know, in spite of how flawed I am and how imperfect this life is, it’s grace that opens the way. Some years later on that faithful day, parted from men You rose to Heaven, with arms outstretched in the backdrop of blue, blue skies, so blue and so wide, the open heaven reminds me once more that it’s all by grace and will forever be grace…
Oh dear, alcohol does have that effect on me, The effect of involuntary tears… So much crying, Funny right, Crying While Writing On Crying. Ok, No More Words, As If All That Writing Ain’t Enough. Why Write? Tear Drops Are Enough .
this is not productive, after every round of crying, i find myself exhausted, more at lost than before, you said in my weakness your strength is made perfect, but lord i feel so torn, and i want a hug, when all seems so wrong, to just hide in your arms, even just for a little while, stay here with me, just be here for me, lord i need you, so much.
Stay in rhythm with My Spirit throughout the day, and I will make your life an irresistible medley that will linger like sweet perfume in the hearts of all that journey with you. Walk with Me in absolute surrender, and you will draw others to Me in a rhapsody of praise.
All I want now are arms to cry into and a hand to lead me home, but all I hear are sounds of crickets and frogs, the tissue paper has run out, but the tears keep falling, I’m in such a sorry state, daddy, how do I go home?
Just a word she inked on her hand, to remember always to cherish. It was after the Japan earthquake I think when she felt the transience of life and didn’t want to take things for granted. So true indeed, even of loss in smaller scales, that we often get too caught up in ourselves, forgetting to cherish the precious things, people and moments in life until we lose them, or when it’s just no longer the same anymore…
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
While all photographs are “memento mori”, a “participat[ion] in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability”, ”photographing is essentially an act of non-intervention”. ”A photograph is not just the result of an encounter between an event and a photographer; picture-taking is an event in itself, and one with ever more peremptory rights- to interfere with, to invade, or to ignore whatever is going on”.
Sontag makes interesting claims on photography in On Photography. Yet, her claims should not be viewed simplistically, what’s significant is not to understand or classify this as a positive or negative phenomenon (though at times, her diction like “peremptory” and “ignore” does lead us to judge), rather, it interests me to reflect on the function of the distance and detachment in the event of picture-taking.
Beyond the process of producing ”ghostly traces” and “token presences”, the act of photographing shape the very experience of “seeing”. The photographer sees the world differently from anyone else, not merely because of the photographic frame but the event of picture-taking that involves giving worth to what is seen. Worth not just in the form or product of photographs (are photographs the focus and ultimate prerogative of photography? maybe not..), but an effect in the heart of the photographer himself or herself. This, to me, is what makes photography special, (and if I may be bold to add) more special than all other art forms.
Maybe it involves a more acute awareness of time and space. Sontag writes that ”photographs help people take imaginary possession of space in which they are insecure”, yet, perhaps, it is a non-tangible appreciation of life that is more significantly taking place.
While there is some truth in her claim that “the photographer ha[ving] the choice between a photograph and a life, choose the photograph”, I propose not a mere dichotomy between life and photograph, rather, a different kind of life or vision that a photographer is invited to. Perhaps, one could think of the picture-taking event as itself a lens to this world. Not technically and literally of course.
But in all, what’s most significant to me is the pleasure of photographing. There is pleasure in this mediation, and perhaps, meditation. I don’t know why. Maybe it involves appreciating the little things and taking joy in what’s easily taken for granted. Maybe it opens the eyes of our hearts to see how everything is beautiful in His time.
Truth is, you don’t really need a camera to be led into this world, but to start off, it would help to use one, especially film cameras, because they give a whole new meaning to worth.
Remember, He makes all things beautiful in His time. If there’s nothing else to be grateful for, this is enough. :)
"Am I a bad father? 15 years ago, when my own father was hospitalized… He had tubes everywhere… On the brink of death. I just hoped that he’ll pass on peacefully. Then, my sis prayed for him, and 15 minutes later, he went on, peacefully. But now that it’s my son… I don’t want him to go… Am I very selfish? Am I bad father?”
At this point, I don’t quite understand what’s going on, is it so hard to understand me?
In short, I am at my limits. I have reached a point of “uncomfortable” in terms of giving and giving in to you, it’s not that I’m burnt out, and I’m empty or dry, I just felt that this is just as far as I could go, stretched thin, beyond what I had wanted or desired in a relationship. To you, this may not make sense, maybe your response is “give what? what have you given me? I don’t think it’s a big deal at all”, but to me, it is a great deal and I hope you do not take it for granted. Or, maybe to you, I am being selfish and self-centered or one-sided, but on my end, I have tried, to step out in faith to love you beyond me, but in the context of what had been happening, I just can’t anymore. Again, it is not that I am dry or unable to trust Him to stretch me more, I am just not comfortable anymore…
Please don’t misunderstand me and interpret that I’m saying that it is all your fault and only you should change. I pray you see this in the context, that I’ve been trying, I am human, and I have reached the limits of what I am comfortable giving in this relationship.
I’m sorry if this upsets you. But I don’t know how else to say it.
(It’s not that I’m unwilling to along Him to stretch me and enlarge my heart and capacity to love, I want to, okay. If things are still gonna continue between us, I’d like to trust Him for that too. But for now, there’re other things I need to know from you before I can even move on in this relationship—)
But right now, at this point, I am feeling max-ed. And here and now, if you’re willing to come meet me where I am, (I don’t need promises or instant change, all I really wanted was to know that on top of returning to your First Love, you are willing to grow and change to be the man He wants you to be for me and the man of I desire), I am willing to put these behind me, to wait and to continue trusting Him in this relationship. But if you’re unwilling, or you still require me to come meet you in middle ground, I am afraid I can’t right now. (Again, don’t be upset, please read this in context, paragraph 3) It’s not that I don’t love you, I do, Justin, but I just don’t feel comfortable anymore…
There is no right or wrong to this, it is just how I feel, where I am and what’s in my thoughts and heart now. It’s like how sometimes, a girlfriend can say to her boyfriend, I just need you to hold me now and everything will be alright, and now, for me this is just what I need to know from you. And you can take your time, because more than anything, I desire an answer from your heart.
You may be thinking that this sounds very conditional, well, I am being real with you with all that I am now. I am not a selfless-grace-robot, I am human, with flesh and blood, desires and choices.
It is not that difficult to understand, if you were to step out of yourself, stop rationalizing for a moment and use your heart and spirit to feel and discern my heart and my state of being, you will know even if you don’t comprehend all of this mentally. Please love me from your heart, and not your mind..
And, I’m sorry to have to write this, I’m sorry that we’ve landed in such a state, but I love you, from the bottom of my heart. Even if this is as far as we can walk, I love you still.