Saturday, July 28, 2007

Fate First, Then Decision

* Please see June 30th's post for background information on this post.

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Fate First, Followed By Intellectual Decision

Call it fate, call it divine appointment, call it whatever you would like. But whatever you call it, somehow life's circumstances have led you to someone. And they will continue to lead you to many different someones. Some will make you weak in your knees, twitterpated if you will, others you will allow to pass by going unnoticed. But when someone does catch the attention of your heart and mind, choice steps in.

Will he have the nerve to pursue this woman? Or will he allow intimidation and fear of rejection stand in his way? And how will she respond? Will she run from him in fear of falling in love and having her heart broken once more? Are both parties ready to be committed to someone else? Has he fallen for whom she really is or has her outward beauty seduced him? Has she fallen for him simply because he is showing her the attention she desires? Or has she fallen in love, not with his accomplishments, but with the man that he is?

Is a relationship even an option or does age difference or life calling stand in the way? And can barriers, such a geographical distance, be overcome? Is the person worth the sacrifice? Is the person worth the effort? Is the person worth taking your own life and intertwining it with theirs? Hopefully some day we will all have the opportunity to say yes to these final three questions, but until then . . .


M, so many questions- what happened to love at first site..This sounds more like love after first interrogation, which is love by choice not love by fate. assessing the other person, finding their positives and negatives, seeing if you can live with their flaws and not being able to live without their touch. my friend you have joined the choice cult.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007


* Please see June 30th's post for background information on this post.

Thursday, January 08, 2004


Swarms of people stream by while I drudgingly wade through the crowd. I glance from side to side wondering if he's passing me by. A few glances are returned, but with each reply I know it's not him. I wonder if he's thinking the same as me, questioning where is this person with whom my life is to be intertwined? Has destiny slipped beyond my reach? We both wish that we would fall upon each other's eyes and simply know the stranger we see, is no stranger at all. We'd halt in our tracks and in silence acknowledge the soul standing in arms length away is finally in reach of a life together. Tears creep from my eyes, for this is the moment of fate that I have been praying for.

The Other Side

The man of wisdom stood before me, speaking words of truth and destruction - the truth of his theology, the destruction of my hope.

"I could have married many different women and still remained in God's will. There's not a 'the one' out there until you've chosen one and then at the words of I do, she becomes 'the one.'"

Psalm 139:16 All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came into being.

Before we even came into being, God knew our life's course. He knows, but amidst his omnisciency, He allows choices to be made. Although there may be a more perfect spouse for everyone in this world, commitment supersedes wandering aimlessly year after year wondering if this will be the year that the most perfect someone will fall into view. The most intimate of human relationships is as the mystery of Christ and the church - a mystery in which glory is given unto God. God is love and a Godly marriage exemplifies Christ's love, as those who live in Him make his love complete.

Yet the "enemy" prowls, perhaps even before the fate of realizing beauty. For it is known that two beautiful people together will bring heightened beauty to this sore-filled world. So as in the movie Serendipity, two individuals on two separate elevators choose the same floor to build their future. But a child of "the enemy" destroys the path of destiny by pushing buttons that delay the meeting until the chance has forever passed. And both are left all alone.

~Marie Devonshire

how eloquently put, but what is the balance between faith/destiny/ and choice m? how far do we let ourselves pursue? Do we sit back and wait for destiny (faith) to drop an open door upon our lap, or do we "seek and (you will) find"? God never told us who to love, but how to love. (love your neighbor as yourself, do unto others...)

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Footprints in the Snow

* Please see June 30th's post for background information on this post.

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

I was already in bed, but it didn’t take much convincing for me to leave its warmth and to join yours. The temperature outside screamed single digits while our hearts longed for double. That’s why you called. And that’s why I got out of bed. I waited for your knock to confirm the reservation. But you had none and neither did I. The snow wasn’t planned; it simply happened and so did we. Your gentle knock on the door beat through my entire being. A deep breath and a turn of the handle, my heart was awakened.

I stepped outside, but it no longer felt cold for your smile had removed the chill from the air. Instead only laughter and snowflakes remained. Together we made fresh footprints in the snow as we walked to the park. While the world around us slept, our hearts were alive. We sled down the hills, threw balls of snow, and made angels underneath the night’s sky. That’s when I offered you a taste of the falling winter. You were skeptical, but I assured you that it would be fine. So your city lips touched snow for the first time. And then they touched mine.

~ Marie Devonshire

my favorite part is when you said "your city lips", very descriptive. much like hawthorne in 'a blithdale romance'. try clarifying the timeline, also think of other activities because not many people sled at night. i like it though!

(But we did go sledding - on stolen tray's from U of M's dining hall!)

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

"I still play with cardboard boxes." -marie

Friday, July 6, 2007

To Re-Live Last Night

* Please see June 30th's post for background information on this post.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

today i recieved this:
stephen, Sept. 5 you wrote "If I could re-live last night over, I would."
And on Sept. 6th I wrote this:

If I could re-live last night over, I would. And that's all you write. That's all I have to ponder. No tone of voice. No facial expression. No story behind the words to ease my curiousity. Of course, when I first read the words on the screen, I immediately sensed romance. At least that's what female intuition assumed. A night - an encounter with a woman whose beauty and smile captured your entire being. I suppose you strolled the city together until you came across a local coffee shop. There the conversation intensified and so did the emotions as you shared your life dreams, your faith, your authors, and your philosophies. If only the ocean were nearby, you would continue the evening with a walk along the beach, the sand between your toes and her fingers entwined with yours. The stars claim their presence in the sky reminding you how small and insignificant you are. But as you lay down on the sand to breath in their gaze, you know for this night, they shine for you.

dear mam, who are you? have you read the romance novels i write in my head? though this sounds like an amazing evening, (the evening of sept 5) nothing of the sort happend at all that night. true there was someone else with me, but it was not as romantic as i wish your short story was, if that type of night would ever take place i would have a bit more optimism in my music, and a larger smile on my face presently. please keep writing to me i was lost in your words envisioning that the girl in your story was the girl in my present thoughts.