Tuesday, October 11, 2005

the way i love

There are those out there who are convinced that I don't believe in love ... (where on earth do they get that idea! ) I may not go about it the way that others do ... I like to think that my methods are more like those listed below:

(feel free to add your own)

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8


"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4


"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5


"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6


"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4


"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7


"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8


"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7


"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6


"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8


"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5


"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."
Karen - age 7


And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"



These are my own additions:

"Love is when you are sitting in a crowded room and you immediately recognize your friend on the other side."

"Love is when you hear footsteps and you know whose they are."
Christine - age 4 (and twenty)

17 comments:

Jenn said...

How very true!

Donna said...

My favorite was the definition of love being two people going out and smelling each other. :)

Anonymous said...

When you hear the word "love" spoken and her name courses through your mind before "love" ceases to reverberate in your ears.

When you see wedding photos and, in your mind, can only see her wearing the dress

When you post a comment on a blog about love and can only respond by picturing her in your head.

Kristin said...

greater love has no man than this- that he lay down His life for His friend. Just think how much we love one another- that is just a shadow! How great is the Father's love for us!

j.ro said...

Those quotes are priceless! I think Karl's quote is my favorite, too.

Jonathan said...

Love is Chicken soup for the soul.

Just kidding. I stumbled across your blog per a comment you left on J Wo.'s. I appreciate your "mission statement" you got. My blog is somewhat reciprocal - in a cooperative sense - to yours, as I often try to address men who are facing the emasculating affects of the feminist revolution. Some of it is well-received, but if you express an agreement with traditional gender roles, you're likely to be ostracized.

You should view my post about Victoria's Secret's latest trend and it's reflection of where we are as a culture, and where we're headed. 12strings.blogspot.com - the post from 10/07/05.

Jonathan said...

I just noticed that you lived in Savannah. Ever heard of Bull Street Baptist Church?

ckhnat said...

I was a member of Southside Baptist Church for the two years that i lived there. I worked at a luxury bed and breakfast inn in the historic district on Bull Street. Sure, I've heard of Bull Street Baptist ... often thought about visiting, thinking that i would have something in common with the SCAD students who attended. But God had a ministry for me in my own church.

Jonathan said...

whoa... Southside Baptist... isn't that a megachurch? I seem to remember it being. I was youth pastor at Bull Street.

And ya got me thinkin... I'll have to get back to you about ideas. Thanks for your comments.

ckhnat said...

i'm not so sure that i know what a megachurch is. Having been raised and ministering in churches averaging 50 people in attendance most Sundays to when I went to college and was required to attend the Campus Church (6000+) for 4 years ... i think Southside was a logical step back down (500?) ... i dunno ... what do you think Chris/Bruce?

Erin said...

My favorite one is the second one...the one about your name being safe in a person's mouth. What a great picture. It expresses something that my words never could....that's one of the fabulous things about children.

Jonathan said...

hmmm... I thought southside was the one on the island that had about 200 youth. Isn't that the same church? Although I don't think that's "Mega". I think I overstepped the use of that term. I understand megachurches to have 10k+ members. Like Southeast, for instance, which has around 25K or so, and Saddleback which is around 30K. I think a church with 5K to 10K is just a "superchurch". And when you get to over 50K members you have an "ultrachurch".

Charley & Marianne Pitchford said...

Hey. Thanks for your comment on my blog! All the things you mentioned about the area surrounding the Golden Gate campus are the same things that Marianne and I loved and miss about being there. The clouds crawling over the mountains, the view of the bay and San Francisco skyline from in front of the book store, the deer on campus, the campus being surrounded on three sides by the water of the bay, the nearness of the beaches and hiking trails…all of those things went into to making it the most beautiful place we have ever lived. If we could afford to retire there one day when we are old and grey we would do that.

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Ben said...

to see a warm fuzzy check out emily's site

Anonymous said...

When, through it all, he remains.

Laura's Dad<> said...

Nice. Sweet.

The cross, the Son of God, bleeding, weeping, agonizing, pouring out His eternal life . . .


. . .


für Dich,

für mich,

für die ganze Welt,

nur weil er uns für sich selbst wollt.

So was ist die Liebe. Genau.