A Lover's Lullaby

Oh and dream, Lover dream
The dreams that are lost in you
Don’t be afraid to let yourself go
Oh and see, Lover see
The wonder that lives in you
Open your eyes, it is there to behold
And know that your whispers for love have been heard
By a heart that is gentle and kind
You are the one He is seeking to find

Oh and live, Lover live
In the freedom His love gives you
Don’t bare the marks of the slave-driver’s hands
Oh and give, Lover give
The gifts He has given you
Recklessly throw all your cares to the wind
And know that your whispers for love have been heard
By a heart that is gentle and kind
You are the one He is seeking to find

Oh and hear, Lover hear
The lyric He’s written you
As freely you dance to the rhythms of grace
Oh and rest, Lover rest
The price has been paid for you
Rejoice! Let the dancing begin

Matthew Perryman Jones - Nowhere Else But Here
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Defining love.

I had a spaghetti day today. No, not a spaghetti eating day - just a spaghetti like day. Think: events flowing together, getting twisted, tangled and just kind of all-over-the-place. Like a big plate of spaghetti noodles...

By the late afternoon I just needed some time out. So, I stopped by Panera, grabbed a journal and a lovely little book that makes its home in the backseat pocket of my Box.

Upon settling in a booth, I decided to open to a random page of the book and read until I felt content. Surprisingly, this didn't even take a full cinco minutos. Because a few pages in, I stumbled upon this:

A French priest, conducting a retreat, said,

To love anyone is to hope is him always. From the moment at which we begin to judge anyone, to limit our confidence in him, from the moment at which we identify him, and so reduce him to that, we cease to love him, and he ceases to be able to become better. We must dare to love in a world that does not know how to love.

And slowly, the hideous-monster-of-a-Biology-test and family drama seemed to fade away...