Auntie Em's Guide to Life

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Isn’t it Romantic?

“Isn’t it Romantic…?”  (Go ahead and click; it should open up a new window where Ella Fitzgerald will sing to you while you read!)

Jacqueline’s post over at Deep Roots at Home, about Famous Last Words had a quote from Sir Winston Churchill which surprised me, and it reminded me of a story about him that I love:

The question ‘If you could not be who you are, who would you like to be?’ was making the round of the dinner table; eventually it was Churchill’s turn, and everybody waited expectantly to hear what the great former wartime prime minister would say. ‘If I could not be who I am, I would most like to be . . .’ he paused for effect, then, turning to [his wife] Clementine: ‘Mrs Churchill’s second husband.’ (Keith Hunt, The Wit of Winston Churchill #7)

So I got to thinking about all the romantic lines I’ve read in history and poetry… here are just a few.

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Emily Bronte, who never married.

“Married couples who love each other tell each other a thousand things without speaking.” Chinese proverb

“God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.” Shakespeare

“One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.” Sophocles

“There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.” Martin Luther

And I have to share my favorite poem, from Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnets from the Portugese:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Ahh. Thank God for your sweetie, and make a little romance. What does it look like at your house?


The Thief


This was written by my good friend TeeKay, who will soon be blogging at “A Thimble’s Worth of Wisdom.” I will let you know when she is up and running! TeeKay has been my friend and mentor for about 30 years- I am so grateful for her love, guidance and wisdom.


 The Thief

The most competent thief I have encountered in my life is fear. It is sly, convincing, and paralyzing. It is a master of disguise and camouflage. It mimics strength and protectiveness, but steals joy. Like a double-edged sword, it is useful in times of danger, but intrusive and crippling to the soul as an uninvited enemy. It knocks at the door of our hearts like a friend and enters to stifle hope, creativity, and love. It whispers lies to us of our limitations and weaknesses, and plants the seeds of doubt in an otherwise fertile soil.

My head knows that this is not of God. Yet it creeps in so unexpectedly, that it has nested before I realize it’s even there. It is a shape-shifter, so it is able to take on the persona of legitimate concerns.

I consider myself a strong person, but when fear creeps in, I then doubt even what I know is the truth. As in any recovery, the enemy has to be identified and acknowledged. Fear is real. I am human. Life is not perfect, nor am I. Fear tells me that I will lose respect if I make mistakes. God tells me that He is my strength, and no fear is bigger than Him. He tells me that He is Love and has already seen my tomorrow. He has prepared the way for me. Fear is just an obstacle. See it, acknowledge it, then move past it toward the Light.

As I write this, I breathe a sigh of relief that God pointed out the unrealistic fears of this day and replaced fear with a tender heart. You see, our hearts cannot be open when fear resides there. That’s the reason fear is a thief. It will steal our peace, and try to shake our foundation.

A special friend told me today to choose love above fear of rejection. So I do that for today. I choose love and all its many facets of hope and joy. I choose to acknowledge fear and reject it. It is my enemy and a thief. I choose God’s gift to me. I will rejoice in His faithfulness. I choose this today.

Tomorrow I will have to once again make a choice. I must keep my eyes open and focused on God’s grace. Tomorrow is another day, but God is already there.

1 John 4:18, “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”

See what I mean?


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