the most memorable sermon by far that patrick spoke was the one that talked about how God shouldn’t be a part of a list. even if he’s first on the list, you shouldn’t just put him there and keep him separate from the rest of the things in your life…he should be involved in every one of your priorities, then he won’t be left out, then he won’t have to compete, and nothing on your list will have to compete with him in return. he’ll already by at the center of all of it.
when you fall in love with someone you fall in love with every bit of them.
sure you’ll find things to pick about, things that annoy you. but you love being annoyed by those things, because then if they’re gone, you sure will appreciate them and wish you had never gotten mad or made a big deal out of them.
you fall in love with the little things that make them who they are, like the jokes he tells, or the way he laughs and his whole body shakes, the way he fixes his shirt or his hair, you fall in love with his sarcasm and his attitude when he’s having a bad day, you fall in love with the way he walks, the way he jumps and skips three steps on my porch to get to me faster, the fact that he always has to be chewing gum, how it doesn’t bother me that he likes the room cold when i like it hot, or that he’s always late when i like being on time.
you fall in love with his eyes, and his smile, the freckles on his skin, the color of his hair, his collarbone and the curve of his shoulders, his good posture, the veins in his arms, any scar or imperfection is beautiful to you, and any insecurities he has you find completely silly. you love the way he dresses and his favorite color.
i love the way he tickles me or touches my arm, or just simply smiles at me even just walking by me at work, as if he will never get tired of seeing my face. the way he calls me sometimes on his way home and sings the song on the radio at the top of his lungs. i love the way he shifts gears in his truck with the wrong hand because he’s holding mine and doesn’t want to let go. i love when he kisses my forehead.
i fell in love with the sound of my own name just because it’s his voice saying it.
i love knowing that when something goes wrong or he starts to doubt, he prays, because he knows that our problems are demons trying to destroy what God’s given us.
i hope i never lose sight of the incredible person i have, i never want to jeopardize this. and i hope he never loses the feelings he has for me either.