Tonight I watched a movie entitled "7 Pounds". To keep my plethora of blog followers *wink* in the fog of the movie's plot, I will simply say that the movie itself gave me a feeling of numbness, with sorting through thought processes being the only desired action. And the first thing that is requiring my undivided attention at this time is what love is. I've asked people their opinions and have come to the conclusion that love is a gift. A consistent non-stopping action of SOME receiving but mostly giving. A giving of yourself, any attribute or characteristic. I think of my definition of love and try to evaluate it in so many areas of my life. First being....
It was 2000 years ago that there was a huge gift given to us. Most people know the story, but who takes time to actually critically think of what was given? This man was spit on, was beaten with dull shards and whips, bore a crown of pointed thorns, was forced to carry a huge cross up an endless hill to which he would then collapse under it's tremendous weight. Then exhausted. This man endured long, rusted nails to be BEATEN into his hands and feet, then hung to die, dehydrated, bare, and tattered. So what did this man give? He gave his flesh. He gave his dignity. He gave his blood. He gave his energy with every single step he took bearing that cross. What an awesome gift! Then to think....this man gave such an extravagant to somebody he had never met, never laid eyes upon, never even heard of. And regardless, without a name, a background story, or a simple icon of a picture, a man gave himself to die on a tree......can you honestly fathom that love...can you imagine giving a fraction of a FRACTION of what this man gave.........
Definitely more to come I'm sure. Taking 5 for a music break....
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That was awesome! Really. Keep writing. I can't wait to read more!
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