Nothing's really happened the last several days - nor, for that matter, did I expect it to. Summer is settling into a routine. Work, Bible reading, other reading, evening activities. Not much writing. It almost doesn't seem worthwhile posting to my blog, because all the thoughts running through my head are either recycled or too personal to share.
I know what would be an interesting topic: Love! I've been marveling over its existence quite a lot this summer, so I'm amazed it hasn't come up before now. As I watch the people around me, I wonder at this strange force that causes a man and a woman to look at each other and decide they want to spend their lives together. What makes any individual man
need a woman, and vice versa? Why are we given such a lonely feeling that only a few people can overcome it to remain single? For a woman, it is having someone to tell your private thoughts, someone who will keep them just as safe as you do. For a man, it is having someone to tell you that you are all right, not a failure; that she loves you no matter what. It is an extra pair of hands in everything you do; it is an introduction to many things you would never have imagined yourself doing before. It is so much more than I can ever describe, because I know very little about it firsthand. :D That is probably why it fascinates me.