Death to Smoochy, aka Romance

Dan is taking me out for my birthday tomorrow night. My real birthday was yesterday, but since he was in Juarez trying to do the work of the Lord, we are celebrating it tomorrow. I made the mistake of telling him that I DEFINITELY did not want some kitschy Mexican crap from the market down there, but I fear that I was too late in my plea.

I am actually excited to spend time with him in a real, romantic way. This is unusual only because it has been so rare that we have gotten to do that recently. I have lamented about this void in my life before, but now I find myself actually wanting to shave my legs, wear an outfit other than sweat pants, and indulge in a little bit of good old fashioned nookie! Who says romance is dead once you get married?

In a CD jacket of all places, I was touched by the profundity of the contrast between darkness and light. The author was writing a description about a song, and he mentions that the purpose of darkness is for the light to seek it out. Without the darkness, the light wouldn't be anything valuable. It was really a lot more profound when you read it...will dig it out of my car and explain more later. It made me think about how I easily keep my thoughts on God, redemption, and grace to myself. I am so afraid at times of how I come across that I often stay a part of the darkness. Safety is so much easier than letting my little light shine. "This little light of mine..."

And, oh, honey, tomorrow on my date, I will be letting it shine, shine, shine!