5 January 2002
Subject: Love of My Life
Dear Ones,
It's Saturday and time to take
another marble out of the jar.
Removing a marble from the
container each Saturday is one reminder that our time on this earth is swiftly
passing. It is with this realization that we find encouragement to live life
to it's fullest.... and, hopefully, with the most noble of purposes in mind.
It is, also, a reminder that we need to hold dear those precious ones whom we
love.
Another event to remind one that
the sand in our "hourglass of time" is continually diminishing is
our annual observance of birthdays. For those of us who stopped counting
at the age of 39, we don't worry about such things. We just know that age
is relative.... and insist that while we may get "older", we do
not intend to get "old".
Today is Leavon's birthday. I do
not purpose to tell you how old she is.... only to say that if life begins at
forty, she is a ravishingly, beautiful 26 year-old. She is as beautiful today
as the day we were wed. She is, has always been, and for evermore will be.....
the love of my life. My wish for her on the date of her birth is simply
this.... may she find my love for her as fulfilling as I find from the love
she has for me.
Happy Birthday, Leavon. I love you!! May you have a wonderful birthday and
best wishes for many, many more as you live life to the fullest.... and may
we continue to walk in God's light and love together.
My prayer today is that each of you
find and hold dear the "love of your life".
Have a blessed day and may all your Saturdays be special!!
Have a blessed day and may all your Saturdays be special!!
Don
How do I love thee? Let me count
the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning ~