Sunday, September 20, 2009
How do we keep our heart? How do we protect it? I think by protecting our eyes and ears first! What do we focus on, what do we see, read, dwell on? Garbage in, garbage out, as the saying goes. The opposite shall be true as well. Good things in, good things out! That's why I like making ATCs and posters with the word of God. It's a way for me to dwell on the treasure that we have and most of the time, take forgranted!
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Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Tell me whom you love...
This is one of my favorite romantic stories...
John Blanchard stood up from the bench,
straightened his Army uniform,and studied the
crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station.
He looked for the girl whose heart he knew,
but whoseface he didn't.
His interest in her begun
thirteen months before in a Florida library.
Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued,
not with the words of the book,
but with the notes penciled in the margin.
The soft handwriting reflected a
thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name,
Miss Hollis Maynell.
With time and effort he located her address.
He lived in New York City and he wrote her a letter
introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
The next day he was shipped overseas for service in W.W.II.
During the next year and one-month the two grew
to know each other through the mail.
Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart.
A romance was building.
Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused.
She felt that if he really cared,
it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe,
they scheduled their first meeting -
7:00 at the Grand Central Station in New York.
"You'll recognize me," she wrote,
"by the red rose l'll be wearing on my lapel."
So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl
whose heart he loved,
but whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:
A young woman was coming toward me,
her figure long and slim.
Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears;
her eyes as blue as flowers.
Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness,
and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive.
I started toward her,
entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose.
As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.
Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her,
and then I saw Hollis Maypole.
She was standing directly, almost directly behind the girl.
A woman well past 40, she had graying hair
tucked under a worn hat.
She was more than plump,
her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
I felt as though I was split in two,
so keen was my desire to follow her
and yet so deep was my longing
for the woman whose spirit had
truly companioned me and upheld my own.
And there she stood.
Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible.
Her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle.
I did not hesitate.
My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy
of the book that was to identify me to her.
This would not be love, but it would be something precious,
something perhaps even better than love,
a friendship for which I had been and must ever been grateful.
I squared my shoulders and saluted
and held out the book to the woman,
even though while I spoke I felt choked by the
bitterness of my disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell.
I am so glad you could meet me.
May I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile.
"I don't know what this is about, son," she answered,
"but the young lady in the green suit who just went by,
she begged me to wear this rose on my coat.
And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner,
I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you
in the big restaurant across the street.
She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand
and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom.
The true nature of a heart is seen in
its response to unattractiveness.
"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote,
"and I will tell you who you are."