Love

I have been thinking about the nature of love lately. A couple of weeks ago a I thought I was "falling in love". I think that it was probably something less noble. I remember these little cartoons when I was a child. My grandmother had a collection of them-or at least they are someway connected to her. "Love is..." with these two little people who really didn't look like they were wearing clothes, per se, but neither were they exposing themselves. Very odd on second thought.

Anyways, I have found lately that I have a profound sense of acceptance for some people. Maybe I am truly starting to love them. It's not that their flaws have disappeared or that they have changed. It's more like I almost cannot truly comment on them, because I am blinded in some way by my love and appreciation for them. It's quite astounding, I can assure you, for a person who (at least in the past) has constantly seen room for improvement. Primarily for myself, but I sort of thrive on change and improving myself and something we like to call "sanctification". I like seeing people progress on a path.

But, lately, I find myself accepting myself more. Being ok with where I am. Being ok with other people. Loving their idiosencrasies (I need help spelling). Saying, "eh, it's ok" or "what do you mean, they are like what?" (little conversations in my head). Does loving myself and accepting God's love really start to help me really love other people?? This is transformational. I mean, I still want good and better situations for my friends...I encourage their path. But, I am not as anxious for myself and others. I'm accepting the providence of God, trusting him. It is all so very weird. Peace. or at least something that tastes like it. Kind of like communion wafers.