Brianna Wiest was already one of my favorite authors on thought catalog, but here’s another reason:

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Romantic relationships are strange. You become privy to another person’s peculiar workings, the singular and inevitably bizarre ways they make sense of life — their body, family, time, health, sleep, money, the culture at large. Few things are as disconcerting as finding yourself intimate with someone so utterly, thoroughly different. In a flash, you move from impossible closeness to infinite distance.  Why is she breathing so weirdly? Who is this freak in my bed?

The first time one of you gets sick is a great revelation: the role of self-pity, the knowledge of medicine, the entire architecture of the body in the world comes to the fore, poignantly. For instance, as a jewish (little ‘j,’ if you know what I mean) hypochondriac, I’m always surprised that she doesn’t know the difference between viruses and bacteria. Is she some kind of moron? Meanwhile, she’s thinking: Who’s this neurotic nutjob? 

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best friend huh?

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You’re not always going to look good. Some mornings, you’re going to wake up with a little snot hanging out of your nose and skin that’s more blotches than flesh. It’s going to be a mess. And even though you really want to impress the person you love — and to pretend that you are some permanently-sexy creature that is always at its best — you are going to have to see them. And you want someone who makes you feel loved and welcome even when you are at your least presentable, someone who can make you laugh through your sinus infection, someone who reminds you that you are at home. You want your best friend.

It’s the person you are always happy to look beyond, the person who seems as though they will always be there simply because they always have been. It’s easy to take your best friend…

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my life is not my own

May 10, 2013

i am but a vessel, a reminder of my creator’s greatness; a grain of sand in the greater scheme of things. i am only fortunate that God’s love is as far reaching and as immense as the ocean.

having said that, my achievements, my trophies and my medals are not mine for the taking. in the same way, my struggles and the pain that i carry do not belong to me; for they are only instruments, mere tools meant to refine and to mold a character that will mirror God.

dreams, friendships, values–they are creations borne out of human frailty and primarily exist to shield me from submitting to that impending emptiness that haunts in my hour of solitude. Nothing can ever fill the gap in my soul but they aid to keep the hope alive and for me to keep on fighting without losing sight of the cause.

no matter who i was and who i will become, my life is not my own.

i am only here to reflect the glory of my master and i should live a life that pleases him above all.

PS

my sister mentioned Kahlil Gibran and quoted his “On Children”, so I might look for his works one of these days. he sounds interesting. 🙂

I’ve been reading Joshua Harris’s “I Kissed Dating Goodbye” and Max Lucado’s “It’s Not About Me”, so this is the product.

I’ve resolved to live differently starting today. To God be the Glory!

On Heteronormativity

May 6, 2013

this is worth a discussion: