Still

What a lovely word "still" is. Merely thinking of its meaning makes me in fact, still. It has the same ability to elicit effect or impression as an onomatopoeia (if we were in person I would start singing the Nihongo song "Ame, ame, fure, fure, janome de omukae, ureshina" because it's the best onomatopoeia song I've heard:). I so love being still that I scraped enough money together to invest in the most perfect, comfy, leather armchair I could find just to have a place to be still (I waited for it to go on sale. Yes, I am my Momalade's daughter). It was my first "big girl" purchase (thanks Dear C for lovingly bestowing that title). Every morning I sit in that chair with a cup of coffee and flip through to my pink satin bookmark which marks the end of yesterday's journey and the beginning of today's. Some mornings I ignore my bookmark and wander to old comforts, and am surprised by how new they seem (do I hear an "amen" G-ma?). Yesterday my Pastor preached a Mother's Day sermon about 1 Corinthians 13 which translated into this morning's wandering. As I read "...faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love" it struck me still.

People demonstrate love in so many ways, and I acknowledge that it should be demonstrated in trillions of ways (I think there are trillions of ways to love...:) But the most profound love I have ever felt has come from someone sitting still with me while I'm experiencing something words can't even come close to touching. Love is patient, love is kind, love does not envy, love does not boast...Love is sharing in the waiting, love is in the little things that show compassion, love is cheering the loudest for someone else's success, love is humble and gracious. Thinking about all of this love stuff in the context of the relationship I have with God, I can see how He has shown me love in every one of these ways. Every single one. I guess this is the reason why I go back to my leather chair every morning, which, btw, has a sweet indent in the shape of my behind by now so it fits me oh-so-nicely.

God is love,

kiki san & Rev Run