Thursday, January 7, 2010

Love languages?

Have you ever read the book "The 5 Love Languages"? I actually haven't, but everyone I know and their aunt has. And I've heard it talked about for many years. It frustrated me, though, because I wondered what my love language was, and had no idea. My brother, clearly, is a gift giver. My mom is acts of kindness. My other brother is def words of encouragement. But I never really knew what MINE was. For many years I thought it was physical touch, but that never really sat well with me. I am a very tactile learner, I need to do it to learn it. I also am a hands-on teacher, I show better than i describe. But thats not a love language. I also love hugs and I like sitting on laps (moms, dads, friends parents, etc). But I didn't really think my love language was physical touch.

Then, just this week, I realized what it was. I have this one really good friend whom I hadn't seen or spent much time with in the past year or so, in spite of the fact that we live in the same town, due to crazy schedules. Just a few days ago, he came out and met me as I was getting off work. In the bitter wind, all we really took time for was a "hi!" and a quick chat, but I walked away from that feeling so blessed! I was really touched by the fact that he took a twenty min drive, for no other reason than just to see me after work (and to go to blockbuster, apparently, but that doesn't bother me haha).

So, I'm fairly certain that my love language is quality time :)

Have you figured out your love language? What is it?

Sunday, January 3, 2010


Last night I spent the night at a friends house, and we watched a few episodes of NCIS- truly my favorite tv show. I like alot of tv shows, but this one has been a favorite for the longest :)

So we watched 3 different shows (I loved every single one) and as I turned the tv, and the lights, off for the night, I realized there was a running theme... In the first show, a convicted criminal was presented with a deal to keep him out of jail. He lied, confessing to a murder he didn't commit. When the interrogator realized it, he yelled "Just tell me the truth!" In the second one, two parents were lying to protect their son, and ended up forcing a good friend to be investigated for the crime. These parents were urged to "just tell the truth". In the last show, two of the detectives were set against each other because one doubted the other's allegiance and commitment to the department. Their relationship was resolved when they finally were able to open up and be honest with one another.

Moral of the story? Never underestimate the power of honesty. It brings justice. It heals wounds. It unites families and friends. It protects from harm.

Telling the truth is always a powerful solution. Be open with those you love, tell them exactly what you are thinking, feeling and dealing with.