Showing posts with label Kisses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kisses. Show all posts

Gentlemen: I'm Not Your Paper Doll




“You’re exactly the kind of girl I’ve been looking for!”
“You lead worship? I lead worship too.  I’ve always wanted to lead worship with my wife.”
“You know, I always hoped God would give me a blonde-haired, blue eyed girl.”
“You had a crush on Aladdin?  No way!! I had a crush on Jasmine.”
“I always knew I would need a girl who could meet me on an intellectual level. You do that for me!”
“I’m all in, whatever it takes.”
“You’re the only one who gets me.”
“I’ve always wanted a girl who could enter into my world.”
“We were meant to be.”
“Can I say I love you? … Please?”


You know, I never wanted to be that girl who’s dated a lot.  Maybe in comparison, I haven’t dated too much.  But I think I may have given my heart away too quickly in the past.  Can you relate? 
Don’t worry, I promise I’m not like that today and maybe neither are you anymore either. Experience does that for folks.  In fact, maybe you would even agree that  it’s almost impossible to give it away now.
Then again, maybe it's a good thing.  I know it is for me.  It means it’s not in my hands to give.  Some of you might disagree.  But that’s my choice, not yours.


I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and maybe there are a few people out there who can connect with this.  For the men (or women) who read this, maybe you’re one of those guys (or girls) who have said similar things to the comments I I've just quoted.
Maybe you’re not.
But if you are, maybe you need to be reading this.

First Kisses, Honor and God's Love



 "Love one another with brotherly affection; Outdo one another in showing honor." - Romans 12:10


Sitting back in a corner of my local Starbucks, I reflect on all the things that are delightful to me despite the chaos precariously whirling my little world upside down.
I'm sure you can relate.  For a moment I block out the hefty issues in front of me and choose to lean into the simplicity of ... the weather. No joke. 
I welcome thoughts of my favorite season gently riding in on the heels of late-summer's flat air thick with car-fumes, last minute barbecues and the frenzied preparations for the next school year. The coolness, the crispness, the pumpkins, the spices...the smell of bonfire smoke in my hair.
 I welcome those thoughts because it reminds me that the world doesn't revolve around me.  In fact - life goes on, and that is why I am where I am in this season - because its time to grow.

Before I go on, I want to share a story.

 Its not a very nice one and it most certainly doesn't make me look good.  But here it goes.