I'm a dreamer, a distant dreamer, dreaming for hope, from today.

today was a day full of dreams. luckily mostly good ones. i was with my precious friend kayla pretending that we lived in the 50's with our squeaky clean white tennis shoes and skirts and red lipstick getting ready to go to the hop holding hankerchiefs, when i started talking about books. i had a dream that i plan to put to full action. if my dreams of becoming a librarian aren't truly what the Lord has for me, then i can at least have my own personal library, right? no MLS required. A room full of books from floor to ceiling, with a ladder of course and organized by subject and author. then i fully intend on putting the old-school library cards on the back of every book in which any person that takes a book from my library will sign. if i can't spread the joy of reading to the world, i might as well spread it to my closest friends and relatives right?  

why is sympathy and understanding so hard sometimes? i don't really understand that. for example, if someone needs some time to think about something or just time away, why can't one be willing to give that person that request? am i the only one who is like this? i understand because i know when i need time away from things, trust me, my little friend OCD tests that all the time. so why can't i have a stronger grasp on being completely willing to be giving of my time for someone else to take time about things. is it because of our society? i think that is a lot of people's excuse, but honestly i don't think it is. it's a personal decision. understanding is something that is important and i don't think it's used enough. it's easy to be understanding if someone let's say, is all of the sudden wheelchair bound, but what if they have a deadline to meet and you have no idea how to help them because you don't know what they are doing. perfect opportunity to be understanding but it's probably going to go to waste because you are too busy online shopping for laptop cases to look up from your computer and help them. it's crazy. i know, i live it. 

understanding doesn't just take time or big effort or anything ridiculous. it really just takes willingness to be unselfish. and that seems to be such a rare commodity today. 

also, it cracks me up that we have such understanding for certain ages. like small infants, toddlers, and even senior adults who need frequent assistance. but what stops us from caring more about the in between ages. do we think they can just handle things on their own because they are capable. because as a very famous book says in 1 Corinthians 12:

 12-13You can easily enough see how this kind of thing works by looking no further than your own body. Your body has many parts—limbs, organs, cells—but no matter how many parts you can name, you're still one body. It's exactly the same with Christ. By means of his one Spirit, we all said good-bye to our partial and piecemeal lives. We each used to independently call our own shots, but then we entered into a large and integrated life in which he has the final say in everything. Each of us is now a part of his resurrection body, refreshed and sustained at one fountain—his Spirit—where we all come to drink. The old labels we once used to identify ourselves—labels like Jew or Greek, slave or free—are no longer useful. We need something larger, more comprehensive.

 14-18I want you to think about how all this makes you more significant, not less. A body isn't just a single part blown up into something huge. It's all the different-but-similar parts arranged and functioning together. If Foot said, "I'm not elegant like Hand, embellished with rings; I guess I don't belong to this body," would that make it so? If Ear said, "I'm not beautiful like Eye, limpid and expressive; I don't deserve a place on the head," would you want to remove it from the body? If the body was all eye, how could it hear? If all ear, how could it smell? As it is, we see that God has carefully placed each part of the body right where he wanted it.

 19-24But I also want you to think about how this keeps your significance from getting blown up into self-importance. For no matter how significant you are, it is only because of what you are a part of. An enormous eye or a gigantic hand wouldn't be a body, but a monster. What we have is one body with many parts, each its proper size and in its proper place. No part is important on its own. Can you imagine Eye telling Hand, "Get lost; I don't need you"? Or, Head telling Foot, "You're fired; your job has been phased out"? 

 25-26The way God designed our bodies is a model for understanding our lives together: every part dependent on every other part, the parts we mention and the parts we don't, the parts we see and the parts we don't. If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance.

to me this says everything i think. isn't it amazing when you have all these completely random thoughts, and you think to yourself, what the heck am i thinking? why am i such a freak. and then you open up this Book, and realize 'oh wow, this is actually something important and i actually can't take credit for it'. 

it's important to care for one another, and show that care and concern. it's important to understand with them. to grieve with them, to work with them. For as the greatest Teacher of all explained, we were formed to work together, as one. And miscommunication, or lack of concern, or whatever your poison is, it's only getting in the way. 

this soapbox thing is a lot more cushy and comfortable than i remembered. 

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