Remember the Love

I now see the irony in my previous post. I waste more time trying to start saving time. (The time of the entry was about 2 in the morning.) I love being stuck in a paradox. The freedom it gives is unwritable.

And I move on.

I got in an accident last week. 4 am. I was deciding if I should visit my parents since I was in the area (20 minutes away). "Nah, I wanna get back to sd early." BAM! Now I had no choice but to go home. I got to dad's office and he picked me up. We dropped the car off at the shop and headed home for mom's delicious breakfast. On the way, dad guessed right. "You came all the way up here and you weren't even thinking of visiting us were you? Probably debating between the two and in your hesitation you got in an accident." Once again, my 'no' motor started up but he cut right to the heart. poop. When I stop listening, God really does speak through circumstances. "But you can't say that! How do you know that the accident happened so that you would go home and visit your parents?" Well I don't. But one thing I do know is that there is no coincidence. After breakfast (my favorite meeyukgook!) mom packed some stuff, and then I headed back down (a miracle considering I had no sleep) with mom's car. I see the love. I say I know, but I never remember. I say I love my parents and I really do and I know they love me, but I've been putting that in the back of my mind and taking it for granted. Now I see the need to be involved in my parents lives as they have been with mine. I definitely needed this trip.

Passive love. A love that sits still. A love that is selfish. A love that forgets. No love.

Active love. A love that pursues. A love that is more than words. Crazy love.

Remix #2: Remixed, to remember the Love and be active in my love for others.