LIFE IN BLOOM

Learning How to Flourish in God's Grace


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tonight’s the night

So, this is the night that I’ve been waiting for.  For several months, I’ve been wishing that I could just fast forward to this date so that we could see who is going to be the new president.

The night is here.  The time has come.  It looks like it’s going to be an Obama victory.

I’ll try to find the words to express my excitement at this historical moment.  I’ll start by saying that this is unbelievable and unreal.  Sometimes we have these dreams, and we understand that it’s possible that they can come true, but when they do…we’re just overwhelmed.  I feel that way about this.  I feel like I’m sitting outside of myself watching this happen.

I waited in line for about an hour and a half to vote during the early voting time in Florida.  It was the best wait of my life.  I felt so proud to be able to exercise my right to vote; so grateful to those who came before me who fought, struggled, and died so that I could be in line to vote.

**just a note** as I was typing this, the reports came in from the returns that Barack Obama has been elected president.  And I need to go get some tissue.

**okay, now that I’m back**  Like really.  This is amazing.  After a long, hard fight, Obama has become the first African American elected as President of the United States of America.  This is such a huge moment.

I’m proud to say that I was on the right side of history when I Baracked the vote.  I’m proud to say that I was alive to see this happen.  I’m so grateful for those who came before me who made this moment possible.  And I’m proud to say that my hope has been restored in the American dream, and I again feel that anything is possible for an African American in this country.

11.4.2008.  history made.


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Random Musings: Love

I stumbled across this today, nestled in a notepad amongst other completely unrelated things.  It seems that I was in a funk about love and relationships.  See below:

At the core of every human is the desire for love.  A desire so simple and finite, yet so deep and seemingly unattainable.  And so we search and we question, and we make mistakes in a quest that should be meaningful.  But what if there is no meaning at all?  Is love really worth it?  Why do we bare our souls, our innermost thoughts, desires, and questions only to be left in the cold?  Of what value is my love if it is never reciprocated?  Does your love matter if it’s given to me in a way that I’m not yet able to receive?

Man, I was definitely feeling pretty gloomy.  But if we’re honest with ourselves, we know that love isn’t always peachy keen- it requires work and has it’s gloomy moments.  That said, I’d love to read your thoughts on my random musings.