I love watching Youtube videos of couples talking about their stories, but only the good ones. It means I have to watch a couple bad ones before I get to the good ones though.
Like this, is so cute. It’s like when I go to a wedding, and it reminds me again of the beginning. Also I really appreciated what an older brother spoke to the teenage sisters about relationships. Either our phones can use us, or we can use our phones. Then he slipped it in there, and it was so matter of fact, not scary, but honest, measured, and appropriate. In so many words, he encouraged them to not get into a relationship at this time. Then went on to say, people are selfish, and may use you.
Yesterday, I went to a memorial for a dear brother who passed away. I didn’t know him personally, but I went to play the piano. It was really precious. Someone once said (is it in the Bible somewhere?) that funerals are better than weddings. And I could also see why. There was celebration of the life that he lived, and so many good stories that really were an encouragement to everyone I think. Stories of how the church fasted and prayed the first time he was diagnosed with a serious illness, and how he came back home, and was their Lazarus to them, a picture of the resurrection life. Stories of how his housemate picked him up out of bed to have morning watch, cause he told him the night before to wake him up no matter what he said. Stories of his one-liner quips and humorous antics as a child. I felt like even though I didn’t know him, I was blessed by his life through all the testimonies.
Anyway, laundry calls.