Wednesday, January 2, 2013

little band-aids

I find that I never stop catching my breath at beauty in an unexpected place. 

It is truly amazing how the smallest gestures of kindness have this strange way of expanding out of proportion. (Expanding into proportion?)
Someone does nothing more for you than say What's Up? and give you a hug; but you find that you can't help but think of them as another Mother Teresa.
Or that girl in class you thought you couldn't stand: turns out she loves Regina, Josh Ritter, and Bon Iver.
She also has the Duff Sisters' classic: Our Lips Are Sealed on her iPod.
There's nothing like embarrassing music from your middle school days to unite two people.
There's more to some people than appears on the surface.

I am not one to judge people kindly. 
Like Lizzie Bennet, I think I know everything about everything, and arrange my worldview accordingly.
And what I so greatly treasure about human beings is that they are proficient at shattering my preconceived notions like so much sugar-glass.
I find that each person bursts my false image of them to shreds, and lets their own particular glory shine through.

The smallest little act of love bubbles over and is magnified far beyond its original limits.

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