Butterflies in my stomach

There's something that makes us dangerous when we're in love. I am emphatically and affectionately in love. My heart belongs to a King, a Lover, a Servant, a Man. He is my Hero. He continues to save me (as if saving me once wasn't enough), and showing me what it is to be pursued and sought after. The life I lead is full of adventure and risk, highs and lows, whispers and kisses. I am on a romantic climb with the One who loves deeper than Song of Solomon knows how to express. He created me for His love, and I'm sure for His entertainment. ;) He enjoys my silliness. In fact, He created it. He finds so much enjoyment in who I am, that while I'm falling in love with Him, He's falling in love with me.

Jesus. The only One who knows me better than I know myself. The only One who continues to take my breathe away every day. The One who surprises me with all the little things He says. He sure doesn't whisper sweet "nothings" in my ear...but He sure does whisper sweet "somethings". I cling to every word He speaks, just waiting for the next one, ready to experience His goodness.

This is a dangerous love. In this love we realize Who we belong to. I think that's one of the most important things we could ever grasp.

Whimsical Listenings

I've been listening to music that makes me think of whimsy at it's finest. I created a playlist and attached it to my blog, so that you all can enjoy some of my recently favored musics. I like to play it mostly when I'm painting or just dreaming of the future. And I like to think of what it would be like to be a child again. Silly, obviously, but the music makes me think about all of those silly natured things.

Bittersweet

There's this feeling that comes slightly painfully, wonderfully easily, softly, and hardly even there, when we draw close to the end of something. The realization that all of our experiences and wonderment are coming to a head - to the end - hits us like a bowling ball flying through the air. It's sudden, and you sure don't expect it.

Then, like water rushing over you, the realization that in this moment all things are new and there's another beginning coming your way, clothes you. It's like a whisper in your ear, sweet and soft, and gives you courage for a new day. Yes, it's the end of something wonderful, but it's the beginning of the rest of your life. This calls for strength to embrace! - Embrace our destiny!

My heart makes connections easily and simply. It's hard for me to say goodbye, because my heart feels like it's being torn. When really, it's being expanded! Sometime's this has the same feeling and tendencies. I always think after I meet someone that there can't be enough room in my heart for anyone else. I fill it up so quickly and easily. But then I manage to fit more people in there, with the same love and affection as the last. It's bewildering to me! But it soothes me, when I think of the connections I've made this year. I may be saying goodbye, but that doesn't mean I let them go.