My good buddy Heather @ Desperately Seeking Sanity had the bright idea to do a Trading Spaces (bloggy style) and to launch it while she’s on her honeymoon. While she didn’t beg me to do this, she did ask and I thought it would be a good way to get my out of my writing slump. I’ve traded spaces with Julie from From Inmates To Playdates. You can click over to see what I wrote and pay Julie a visit while you’re there!
For the blog swap, we were assigned the task of writing about love. I’ve thought about what love means to me and for a moment, I thought I’d go and get all philosophical about love and what it means to me for this guest post.
Then it dawned on me that I’m not really a philosophical person.
Love.
It means a lot of things to a lot of people, but for me, it is more than just a word. As a teenager, I remember writing Julie K. loves [insert boy's name here] all over notebooks and diaries. At that time, I thought I knew what love was and I tossed the word around at will.
Then, I met the one.
The one who captured my attention. And then my heart.
Love took on a whole new meaning.
It meant saying “I’m sorry,” even when I didn’t want to.
It meant compromise when I really wanted to stand my ground.
And it meant loving someone even when we disagreed.
I share that love with a man who would do anything for me.
Like saying “he’s sorry” even when he’s not sure he did anything ‘wrong.’
Like compromising when it isn’t always logical.
And loving me even when I’m not the least bit lovable.
I am blessed to have found the one…
The one who makes everything in my life better because he is there.
The one who provides a soft place to land when I am crumbling.
The one who loves me in spite of my faults and failures (and believe me there are plenty).
The one who God created just for me.
My prayer is that I will always be compassionate and gracious, and slow to anger.
The LORD is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love. Psalms 103:8
Julie dishes out a daily dose of crazy on her blog, From Inmates To Playdates She traded a career in corrections to be a Stay At Home Mom. She is the mother of two boys, wife to one, and a daughter of the King, therefore, she is a self-proclaimed princess. She writes about her three fellas, her love for Jesus, her love for reality television, and her never-ending quest to have a Saturn Sky.
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first off, Lisa… thanks for answering my text this morning… i thought i had it all under control and realized… oh about 8am this morning when the alarm went off for breakfast… and as i rolled over and looked my HUSBAND in the face that i had forgot…
Julie hit the nail on the head… because my husband? told me to get my phone and take care of it… no questions… no being upset… actually, he first offered to take me home to get the laptop… but i said, no, i think i know someone who will help…
wonderful post julie… and now i’m headed over there to read yours!
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Ahhh, she used to be a corrections officer. NOW I ‘get’ the blog name!
So glad I met the one, too. And that he introduced me to The One!
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Great post, Julie. The best thing is that I know that you mean every word. And for personal reasons, that means a LOT to me, too.
Luv ya both. <3
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