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Saturday, March 01, 2008

The one where Florence waxes love-ish again

I was talking with Masa a little while ago and I said something super cynical and evil like "happy songs about love are either lies or anmesia." (You saw nothing! Do not repeat!)
But I got into thinking about it and I realized that, firstly, I was being cynical and evil (whether that is typical of me is debatable, I suppose), and secondly...
Whereas it may be true for a certain sort of people, it is not true for me, and it is not true of the Lord's love. The Lord does not tell us to be false and forgetful, he tells us to be honest and remember.
When we remember everything in all honesty, love becomes something new every time we recollect or relive it. We remember that things were sometimes our fault, that sometimes people really did try their best, and that even though we may not have been loved exactly the way we wanted to be loved, we were loved a lot, more than we deserved, and probably with all that they had to give.
And with every day of remembrance love becomes a thing more worth remembering. Life becomes happiness sometimes manifested sadly, purity sometimes colored with human mistakes, and love sometimes misinterpreted, misrepresented, and misunderstood, but no less sincere, no less strong, no less true.

11 comments:

Anonymous Leigh said...

Well that WAS loving. I tend to struggle with the same things - but I'm not trying to be like you. I just wanted to say yay for coming to a conclusion. I never do.

3/02/2008 3:09 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

Yay for Jesus, amen Sleighbells?

3/02/2008 7:39 AM  
Blogger Joan said...

*think think think*

3/02/2008 9:39 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

okay gold digger, go write a blog post about it already

3/02/2008 7:36 PM  
Anonymous Sunny said...

Except the part about the Lord (geez), that was beautiful. XOX!

3/03/2008 6:44 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

Sunny, I wouldn't be able to believe any of that if it weren't for the Lord. XOX

3/03/2008 9:05 AM  
Blogger Joan said...

Gold Digger's blog post is now complete, published and ready for the public.

3/03/2008 6:23 PM  
OpenID leighmelanie said...

yes. yay for Jesus.

3/04/2008 2:59 AM  
Blogger kathy said...

that was perfect flo and such an intelligent conclusion!

"We remember that things were sometimes our fault, that sometimes people really did try their best, and that even though we may not have been loved exactly the way we wanted to be loved, we were loved a lot, more than we deserved, and probably with all that they had to give."

so true, it's insane. keep writing.GB.

3/04/2008 3:27 AM  
Blogger Masa said...

Wow, that's wonderful flo.
But I still believe (like we were talking about earlier) that in the words of Leonard Cohen "Love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah".
Hallelujah?

3/04/2008 9:54 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelu...u...

3/04/2008 11:21 PM  

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