It’s unfortunate, I’m addicted to TV. I blame it on the fact that I was never really allowed to watch television as a kid, and now that it’s so present in my life it’s like a magnet. Can’t stand it. So, here I sit watching a movie that I’m not particularly fond of with my suitemates in 302. If you walked into our common room at any given point I would claim to be writing journal entries for improv. Technically, that’s what I should be doing. An eleven-year-old boy in love, a politician falling for one of his maids, a British man going to the States searching for American chicks, and another completely taken by his best friend’s wife. Really? It’s quite unclear as to why Hollywood feels it necessary to create such great schemes of love. Of course love conquers all and it can be so unexpected but what about the nooks and crannies of love? Making tea for a sick friend, holding the door for a stranger, standing alone experiencing a sunset from the Lord, waiting an extra minute after class to thank a professor, a toddler’s head on your shoulder or a song in the car that makes you smile.
Love is never far, it does not take much searching. He knows our longing to be loved, and His greatest will is to bless us. Although I will never understand such incomprehensable love I am beginning to trust it. Trust and know that somehow the creator of the universe, who raises mountains and created darkness and light, still controls my ipod when it’s on shuffle, and tells the biggest snowflakes to fall on my tongue.
I didn’t grow up playing dress-up with gowns and jewelry or planning my future wedding or even staying up late with my girlfriends watching The Princess Bride. Sundays in church I would drive my cars up and down the pew and then I would go home and spend hours in the backyard, digging for worms, catching grasshoppers and climbing trees. I never brushed my hair and only wore dresses for Christmas and Easter. Tutus always presented a battle for my mom and I’d rather wrestle than listen to my dance teacher telling me to waltz around in pink slippers. But despite everything, a girl can still dream.
Who doesn’t want to fly? What girl doesn’t want to feel the wind outweigh her own sense of caution? To stand with complete abandon, face to the sky, knowing there’s not only someone above who died for her but there’s someone behind her who shares a similar love.
We can all understand what Kate means when she say, "I'm Flying..." it's just a matter of finding the wind.
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