“It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.” – Alfred Lord Tennyson
It’s Turning Around Me…Be encouraged.
Tears turning into Joy.
Faith and Patience for the journey.
Light in lieu of darkness.
The Lord will perfect all that concerns you.
A change is coming.
God is turning it around for us.
Stand in Faith, Doubt Not!
© Kelechi Okeahialam
It’s Friday, Thank God!
Count down fever ? Not Here!!!
By the way, do let me know what you think about my top 10 love quotes.
Freely share yours and who knows maybe it will make my list in 2013.
Without much ado, here is #4: “Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up,
until the time is ripe—and you’re ready.” SOS 3:5b MSG
Read the summary below to understand the context and appreciate the agony, passion, sacrifice, demand, feelings and intensity of a wife in love…
“Restless in bed and sleepless through the night, I longed for my lover.
I wanted him desperately. His absence was painful.
So I got up, went out and roved the city, hunting through streets and down alleys. I wanted my lover in the worst way!
I looked high and low, and didn’t find him. And then the night watchmen found me as they patrolled the darkened city. “Have you seen my dear lost love?” I asked. No sooner had I left them than I found him, found my dear lost love.
I threw my arms around him and held him tight, wouldn’t let him go until I had him home again, safe at home beside the fire. Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem, by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer: Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up, until the time is ripe—and you’re ready.”
Interesting right ? I guess so.
Love is in the air, each one of us has a unique responsibility to guard and protect love so that it doesn’t wane. Here is the next quote on my list of favorite love quotes. Remember a love dose a day, keeps fear, hate, sorrow away. Feel free to share yours too by the way. #love rules.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” – Anais Nin