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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

September 23 2006

A post worthy to ressurect my xanga for...

  

 It was pouring rain outside while I got ready for my date with my boyfriend John. Weeks ago I had gone shopping with my girlfriends to pick up a dress for the occasion. John had told me nothing about the date, except that I would want to wear something nice. So there I was, fixing my hair; putting on my new cream knee length dress; strapping on my matching heels; and smiling at the butterflies in my stomach.

"You look perfect." sighed my friend Stephanie who had been visiting from my hometown. It was going to be a good night.

When John came over to pick me up his reaction was what I had hoped for. "Wow," he said, "you look great!" I smiled.

 

I turned to say goodbye to my 3 girlfriends who had been helping my get ready, but before I could John interrupted, "Why don’t you girls see us off?"

They crinkled their brows, but followed us down anyways. When we reached the bottom of the stairs John pointed his keys out the glass door and pressed a button.

"Oh wow!!" the girls exclaimed.

I wasn’t close enough to the door, "What? What? I don’t see it!"

John pressed the button on his keys again, and the lights of one of the cars in the lot flickered. It was a black Lexis sport’s car, and that was our ride.

John and I got into the car and drove out of the parking lot. We drove for a few minutes, reviewing our days, until we parked in front of his house. I had only seconds to unbuckle my seatbelt before my door was being opened by one of John’s house mates, Jon. I looked up and he was standing there, wearing a dress shirt and tie with another one of John’s house mates, Andy, similarly dressed. I opened my umbrella, stepped out of the car, and took Andy’s arm. He escorted me into the house. John followed behind with Stephanie who had been following us in her car.

Andy and I got to the door and I stepped inside. The front room had been emptied and a table for two was neatly set with white tablecloth. The entire room was completely candle-lit. The fact that it had been pouring rain for about an hour by that time made the room even more inviting with its soft orange glow. I turned around to see John mounting the steps of the porch with Stephanie. He looked at me and smiled.

"This is beautiful" I whispered.

Stephanie hugged me, told me to have fun, and went around the back of the house.

Inside, John and I took our seats.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it.

After we sat down, Andy welcomed us to the "restaurant" and Christian, another one of John’s house mates, appeared to introduce himself as our waiter. Christian poured us a glass of white wine and brought out the appetizer, french bread covered in catalina beans and tomato. John and I dined, talked, and enjoyed each others company. Our main course was slightly delayed because the rain storm had progressed into a tornado watch, so our "chef", another house mate, Paul was having some troubled getting the grill going to cook out salmon dinner. It was worth the wait. The salmon was covered in onion and dill, and it melted in my mouth. We were all served asparagus which was equally delicious. For desert we enjoyed chocolate mocha frozen soy dessert with raspberries.

After dinner, John and I got back into the Lexus and drove downtown. We parked in front of a museum and got out. Unknown to me, Jon and Andy had been following us the entire way, so they could take the Lexus back and pick us up again. John and I then took a walk though my beloved downtown Grand Rapids and enjoyed the now dry night.

As we were walking over the Grand River we passed by an older couple holding hands; John looked at me and said, "I want you to know that I will make sure that we always hold hands, no matter how old we get."

Eventually we reached City Hall. Behind City Hall is a giant tire swing sculpture. This tire swing is a special place for me and John, as we had shared some intimate moments there. We got up onto the tire swing and spend some time talking and laughing. After a while it was getting chilly so I jumped off, and picked up my umbrella to leave. John came up beside me, took the umbrella out of my hand, and put it back on the ground.

He turned me so that I would be facing him and began a romantic speech. He told me how much he loved me and how happy I had made him. He promised that he would always love me and never let our romance die. And then he said, "And I talked to your dad about two weeks ago and I asked him for permission to marry you. He said yes." John got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.

I said yes.

We stood there for a while just crying and hugging and laughing and sharing the moment with each other. After a while we were both just bursting to tell someone, so we walked back out infront of city hall where Jon and Andy picked us up again. They both came running out of their cars grinning and hugged up both. I could hardly do anything but stand there smiling!

John and I drove back to his house in the Lexus, laughing and exclaiming, "We’re engaged!" the entire way. Back at his house I discovered Stephanie and all of John’s best friends waiting with champagne. We were swarmed with hugs and congratulations and "I love you"s from them all!

Stephanie and I shared an amazing moment together just wrapped in each others arms, sharing the joy. As the night went on we called more of our friends and enjoyed an amazing party until early morning.

It was a very good date after all.


Tuesday, May 09, 2006

 

I think I'm all xanga'd out. 

 

It was a nice phase, just about 2 years long at that!  And now it's done. 

*Melodramatic goodbye* 

 

end.


Sunday, May 07, 2006

Currently Reading: Book of God, The

 

 

I love wise words from Sarah Meekof, Heather Hellman, and Mike Hekman.  To be in community is a very good thing indeed.

 

Love and thanks.

 

Otherwise: I spent the larger portion of my day yesterday alone, and it looks like today will be pretty solitary as well.  I'll take a deep contented sigh and fall in love with being alone all over again.  Here's why I love being an introvert. Glorious alone time!  I wish I had more time like this...

 

 


Tuesday, May 02, 2006

 

 

In creating stones to sit in river beds, God spattered the world with much more beauty than mud.  Why?  To dazzle us.

 

I was thinking about those stones because I bought some to use in a center piece on the table in my new apartment.  I adore this space.

 

I'm so glad I decided to stay here this summer!

 

 


Monday, April 24, 2006

Festival of Faith and Writing.  Session One: Walter Wangerin

 

Dear Walter Wangerin,

When you used those brown hiking boots to walk your blue jean and sweatshirt covered self on stage, I liked you.  When the light shone against long silver pony tail, I adored you.  And when you spoke your first deep and satisfying words, I loved you.

You said that to write, is to praise.  Not praise in the sense of worship, mind you, but praise in this sense: to cup that thing inside your hands and then to reproduce in sound, its sight.  To give that picture words with which to speak. 

"Be carefu!" you warned.  Do not worship writing, because if you do, your whole life will soon be built around that alter.  And soon your whole life will be consumed.  

You gave me wise words.  "As long we we do not know that when we look at the word, the world looks back at us, we can abuse our power."  You silenced the whole auditorium with those words.  God's love, you said, it not just for us.  We are the signature at the end of the painting-- the thing that shows the world is made by God-- but we are not the entire painting in itself.  Amen.

And then you said something that touched my soul.  Not "touched my soul" in a quaint and kind sort of way, either.  Your words touched my soul in the way that makes me wonder if I should have found a goat and make a sacrifice right then and there because I feel so overwhelemed with thanks that I might die to not do something.  You were speaking about the undeserved love of God.  You said that sometimes we realise we are guilty of a sin and we look at grace in anger because of its unfairness.  In these times, we realise that we were wrong and the very touch of God on our cheeks will burn.   And so we often think that we see an angry God, but in reality, we only see the love.   The unfair love makes our guilty hearts burn.   It's not the anger that burns us.  It's the love.

You're right, you know.  The world really is thick to pluck. 

 

Jill.



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