Can I get a witness?!

Feeling slowly, incrementally better. The insanity is lifting & I'm returning to my normal self again. This feels good & is quite a relief. This week scared me. Terrified me actually. It unnerves me to think that the level of sanity, the measure of self-respect & self-acceptance that I live in is not some earned thing that, once achieved, I can rest in forever unmoved, but that it is instead a 'grace' - one more gift of God's goodness that is there because He delights in me, because I am loved. (and the fact that I am loved is 'grace' as well - a gift that I have not & cannot earn)....

Regardless, it just feels good to feel sane again. (& had a great time with my folks on the weekend, too).

Another 'phrase' or image has been floating through my head over the last couple days &, since I'm documenting the random patterns that are showing up in my addled little brain, figured I'd jot this down, too.

It's a quote from the movie "Shall we Dance" with Richard Gere & Susan Sarandon. This is Susan Sarandon's character's answer to why people get married & it's been burning in my head for the last few days: (good quote, good movie)

"We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'."

& yeah, while looking for the quote in the DVD, went too far in towards the end & got to listen to Peter Gabriel's song again - beautiful tune....

"The Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings