Children describe the meaning of love

I received an email from a friend today that had a list of answers that children gave when posed the question, “What does love mean?” I don’t know if children actually provided these answers or if they were made up by some creative adult, but they are fantastic nonetheless.

“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

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” – Bobby, age 7

“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

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” – Clare, age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” – Elaine, age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” – Chris, age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” – Mary Ann, age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” – Lauren, age 4

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

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” – Mark, age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” – Jessica, age 8

Human touch

She didn’t even know I was holding her hand. Her eyes were heavy from exhaustion and dehydration, but even if they had been open, she wouldn’t have known this stranger standing over her bed.

The nurses, overworked and underpaid, have to rely on the kindness of visitors to complete their many tasks. After placing the IV, one asked for my help until she could return. My job was to keep this Alzheimer’s patient from removing the tube and hurting herself.

Her hand was thin and twisted, but warm. Standing there, I considered how we humans are all so interwoven and dependent on one another.

One day I might be the one lying in a bed, completely unaware that I’m holding hands with a stranger. Life has a strange and beautiful way of bringing things full circle.

Dr. Google

As we neared the completion of our walk yesterday, I noticed my hands and fingers were feeling very tight. Further inspection revealed that they were swollen and turning red. I didn’t think it was my blood pressure since I felt alright, but it had never happened before and worried me a bit.

After getting home and consulting with the ultimate health care provider, Google, I soon discovered that this is normal for many people. Apparently the centrifugal force that results from swinging your arms coupled with an electrolyte imbalance causes the swelling. Thankfully, there have been no serious health complications linked to this problem.

About.com suggests the following for combating swollen hands while walking:

  • Remove your rings prior to a walk. Loosen your wristwatch strap and elastic sleeves.
  • Carry a walking stick and switch hands while you walk.
  • Carry a small object to grip lightly from time to time as you walk: a small foam pad, rubber ball, map, or flashlight.
  • Do an occasional arm circle.
  • Don’t clench your hands, keep them relaxed and slightly open. Every so often, stretch all of your fingers out for a few seconds and then make a fist. Repeat this several times. Or sort of “play the piano or accordion,” with your fingers only.
  • Racewalking coach Bonnie Stein of Acewalker.com recommends using correct arm motion with your arm bent at almost a 90 degree angle and swinging back and forth from a relaxed shoulder, rather than opening and closing the arm at the elbow.
  • Play stick-em-up: rest your hands on top of your head for a few seconds to get them above the level of your heart.
  • Whenever you are sweating, take care in balancing your water and salt intake.

It is also recommended that you weigh yourself before and after a walk to make sure that you are getting enough liquids. Your weight should remain the same.

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Guess who has Annie Lennox tickets?

Karen and I have tickets to see Annie Lennox at the Ryman in Nashville on October 28th. Yay!

Her new album, Songs of Mass Destruction, drops on October 2nd and it’s already getting rave reviews. I’m hopelessly addicted to the first single, “Dark Road.”

Dark Road
By Annie Lennox

It’s a dark road
And a dark way that leads to my house
And the word says
That you’re never gonna find me there, oh no
I’ve got an open door
It didn’t get there by itself
It didn’t get there by itself…

There’s a feelin’
But you’re not feelin’ it at all
There’s a meaning
But you’re not listening anymore
I look at that open road
I’m gonna walk there by myself…

And if you catch me I might try to run away
You know I can’t be there too long
And if you let me I might try to make you stay
Seems you never realize a good thing til it’s gone…

Maybe I’m still searchin’ but I don’t know what it means
All the fires of destruction are still burnin’ in my dreams
There’s no water that can wash away this longin’ to come clean…
Hey yea yea…

I can’t find the joy within my soul
It’s just sadness takin’ hold
I wanna come in from the cold
And make myself renewed again
It takes strength to live this way
The same old madness every day
I wanna kick these blues away
I wanna learn to live again

Hey hey hey

It’s a dark road
And a dark way that leads to my house
And the word says
That you’re never gonna find me there, oh no
I’ve got an open door
It didn’t get there by itself
It didn’t get there by itself…

‘Infidel’ by Ayaan Hirsi Ali: Open discussion

I’ve been trying to figure out how to handle our online discussions of Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali. Having a different post for each chapter seems a little cluttered and chaotic, and since we’re all at different places in the book, I figured having one central post might be the way to go. If anyone had a better idea, please share it. I want to make this as enjoyable and easy for everyone as possible.

This post will likely attract some inflammatory comments from people who haven’t even read the book. I will delete any that are rude, threatening, or do not contribute to the overall conversation.

For future reference, clicking the image of this book in the sidebar will bring you back to this post.

So, join in and have fun!! :)

’10 Things Your Minister Wants to Tell You (but Can’t Because He Needs the Job)’

I received and read this entire book this afternoon. Granted it isn’t very long at just over 100 pages, but it was so enjoyable that I couldn’t put it down.

As the inhabitants of a single speck of dirt hurtling through space at sixty thousand miles per hour around a nameless star that is one among billions of stars in a galaxy that is also one among billions, we humans get it. We’re not in charge.

So begins one chapter – a few sentences that puts everything into perspective and made me smile as I read them.

10 Things Your Minister Wants To Tell You

  1. How It All Began
  2. Why We’re Here
  3. What Is The Bible?
  4. Is There Really Such A Thing As A Miracle?
  5. How Do I Please God?
  6. What About Women?
  7. What About Homosexuality?
  8. What About Other Faiths?
  9. What Happens After We Die?
  10. How Will It All End?

There’s nothing particularly groundbreaking in this book, just easy-to-understand and rational arguments explaining why the Bible is authoritative (but not infallible), women and homosexuals shouldn’t be discriminated against, and what the afterlife might be like. It gave me much to ponder and also validated some of the beliefs that I’ve already adopted as my own.

Highly recommended.

Prayer of Saint Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.