black and white and RED all over

2.14.12

A day for wild love.

Is their any other kind?

Who ever signed up willingly for love washed up?

All love is a gift...

A feast of celebrating togetherness and time... 

Aroma's love will never again smell quite like this... it's ever changing.

Love... the colorful awake to dark's rest...

It nourishes places in us we didn't realize we hungered...

Love arouses the desire to give...

it receives in joy...

Life...  days worth letters of love and boxes of treasure.

Moments marked intentionally for songs and notes that proclaim the affection... drawn onto the royal paper of our hearts...

A day for... good to the last drops and...

Goofys.

Celebrating each smile...

Each delight...

And each embrace...

In this House of Hope... it's a day for love's white to line up and swim in the sea of the sweet guided by the crimson swirl.

Love is delectable...

It is costly... 

Alive and speaking to every heart.  

It marks, and it names.   

Realizing for many... today reminds the broken of the typed black in their story.

A day when lost love stirs tears and feeds despair.

My heart... 

Burdened for the broken... hope-lost.

I literally FEEL the pain of those who've buried... who's song is one of lament and loss. 

I have been such a daughter.  Holding my shovel at the graveyard of dreams.  Heart so full of lost hope that it almost consumed.

I have learned much in the darkness.  

Thankful for Jehovah Rapha and The Good Pastor on Ridgegate... tender hands that partner and administer Hope's salve.

Cracks in my heart are still very present, but the love-glue that holds the pieces together call forth new love, new trust and new HOPE...

And so we live in HOPE... love in HOPE and we record HOPE'S victories.

It's important for us Hopefuls not to let the news have the market on love.  

World and man left to themselves have very distorted views.  

Our minds and bellies filled with false notions about love being fully expressed through chocolate...

Delicious... yes... 

lasting... NO.... well,  maybe on our hips...

A hard reminder for all is that love can be sewn in sunshine and in the sunless dark.

That truth comes from knowing... 

hope birthed out of deaths...

it's my own story.

The red desire being fanned into flame by my sacred calls for deeper... calls for the impossible.

Because... when my heart is aching and I am tempted to shut down hope... the impossible will be the anchor that grounds me in the midst of tragedy's reading... 

The impossible and...

The power of our written testimonies...

Faithfulness and battles won... being read... generation after generation... "Great is Thy faithfulness."

Trust steadily in God, HOPE UNSWERVINGLY, love extravagantly!

1 Corinthians 13:13

Love's day... an everyday holiday containing newsworthy results.