Love as a Compass

A few weeks have now passed since leaving Bend, and I knew the day would come when I would long for the simplest things from my home on the Oregon high desert. The brisk morning air. The radiant glow of a Cascade sunset. An afternoon walk through Drake Park. Conversations over coffee with people I love. Sharing our home and a meal with a bunch of teenagers. These are the things that matter most. Why else would they be wrapped so tightly at the forefront of my mind? Zelda Fitzgerald, wife of American writer F. Scott Fitzgerald, said, "I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally." I find her idea to be quite counterintuitive, but no less refreshing, and true. It seems that we too often chase the things we think will bring life or love, as opposed to first loving, and letting that be the compass for our course. Of all the classes I have taken at Life University, I want this to be my major.