Eleventh "Love, according to them..."

I had a dream the other night where I went blind in one eye.
It was so weird because in the beginning of the dream I had sight in both eyes...but as the dream came to a close I only had sight in one. I couldn't tell you what else happened in the dream or what it was about but I most definitely remember going blind.

And so I guess the question now is, what does this have to do with love?
You see, there's this misconception...well at least I think its a misconception that "Love is Blind." and I honestly dont think love is blind at all.
In fact I think that love sees everything... Think about it,
When you love someone and I mean truly love someone you see everything about them; the ugly &the beautiful.
You see the things that hurt them most and in some cases you can be the reason for the hurt...
You see what makes them laugh, you know the face they make when something irritates or bothers them
You know the moments when they're hungry because they give off this sort of vibe that you've become so familiar with its like second nature
You are able to wipe away their tears and still call them beautiful

See love is not blind... love sees absolutely everything and still choses to love.
So maybe thats where the idea of "love is blind" came from...its blind because it sees everything and yet regardless of the tantrums, the hurtful words, the not so pretty face ...it ignores that and continues to love.
Isn't that wonderful?
I doubt thats the reason I had that dream.... but I got a blog out of it.
And so there it is...
Love is...and yet it isn't blind at the same time
It sees all and yet still choses after everything it goes through... to love.

So that's love,
according to others... or well more like according to me.

Tenth "Love, According to them..."

I don't know who the author of this quote is, but thank you.

So that's love,
according to others.

Ninth "Love, According to them..."

My roommate from last year is in a relationship of 10 months as of today.
Part of how they are together is they both were having the same dreams.
The same... DREAMS seriously how cute is that?
For some reason, I am a big fan of dreams... I truly believe that God speaks through them in order to reach us... not that he really needs this other source to speak to us but he knows that in some cases we listen when he does. 

So they met, and then they started having similar dreams.
 My roommate would ask him what he needed prayer for and their requests were similar.
What does this possibly teach me about love..
It teaches me that despite everything this world has to throw at us, the constant darkness and ugly things that cover the positive ones beautiful events do happen. 
Especially when it comes to love.

Dreams are so unique because usually they happen to one person, and a lot of times we cant describe these dreams, in some cases we don't even remember them.
To have dreams that are remembered & shared is a beautiful thing to me.
Their relationship is one of the few that I look at as something to be hopeful for.
They were literally destined for one another and God showed them that through speaking individually to them... and then uniting them together through the beauty of speaking through a quiet mind.
How wonderful is that?
I'm not saying that I will find someone and then we will start having the same dreams or our thoughts will be telekinetic to one another but It gives me hope that beautiful things can happen in someone else at the same exact time that they will happen to me as well.

So that's love,
according to others.

The "I amThankful" prompt in poetry club.

I am thankful for conversations over tea and coffee

Watching the steam rise from the rim of my cups as my ears inhale their words of wisdom

I am thankful for laughter the way you can see it bubble beneath suppressed lips and explode in multitudes rippling through the chest of everyone who dares to be in its presence

I am thankful for friends who aren’t afraid to cuddle

Who will accept my cold feet underneath their thighs

For text messages from my mother everyday with the countdown of how many days it will be until I can see her face again, the way she tells me that she’s keeping up on favorite TV show so that we can watch it together when I return

I am also just thankful for my mother and the way she facebook stalks any boy that I’ve ever mentioned and then tells me how cute he is

For my sister who from thousands of miles away has embarked on her own college journey and still takes the time to share new music and cute proposal videos with me

For my 38 residents

Who call me mom

Who insists on me loving them, even though I already did before I even knew their names

For my staff that encourages me in 8 different ways and reassures me than I am still somewhat sane 

Mugs N' Muffins

This past sundays, my staff & myself put together a little event where the entire Adams Hall could come with mugs, wearing comfy pjs load up on some tea& treats and snuggle amidst some blankets.
We started the evening with a few worship songs and the little lounge was filled with heavenly voices.

I closed my eyes because thats what happens when you want to savor something isn't it?
You inhale a bit, close your eyes and soak it all in.
For me, it was soaking in the warmth of 30-40 bodies in one small room.
It was the smell of four different flavors of tea.
It was opening my ears and my heart to the worship that played all around me.

And then you open your eyes to make sure you're not dreaming and that the goodness you're experiencing is still your reality ya know?
I wasn't dreaming... I'm not dreaming even though every day it sort of feels like I am.
Thats how unreal this all has been, and I mean unreal in the best of ways.

After worship, we opened the floor up to a pannel where the girls were allowed to text in questions that they wanted to ask us.
Did you meet your best friends on your hall?
How do you find rest in the midst of college craziness?
What is your best boy advice?
What is one word or phrase that God is showing or teaching you this year?
PURPOSE.
God is showing me my purpose... in little bits and pieces he is showing me everything that I am passionate about. The things that make my adrenaline rush in excitement and also the those that break my heart as well.

Lately it seems as though academics have been the little monsters reassuring me that I am capable of nothing... that I know nothing, that I am good at ... nothing.
But after this night its as if two dear girls in the hall knew my inner ugly thoughts and battles with myself and were sent as little elves to remind me that I am capable of something, that I know not everything but somethings and that I am good at...a few things.

I thought I was coming into this hall to teach, help others grow, pour love into others... we think that a lot in circumstances don't we? That its only us who contribute to the work of God that happens around us... how silly is that?
Already these girls have taught me so much, have encouraged me more than I could have ever imagined.

THIS. is my life right now.
How did I get so lucky?