The more I'm around my grandparents, the more I love them. They're awesome. I really look up to them and admire them; they are really the only people who are so very close to sharing my beliefs with Christianity. My parents have tempered their faith with the world, which has led to a lot of inner confusion with me, though I must admit they've given me other perspectives many times (and while not convincing me of their position, they've shown me that I should love and respect people who don't believe like I do, though I don't have to accept their beliefs). My grandparents, though, are amazing pillars of faith in my family. They really love so many people and devote themselves daily to God through His Word and prayer.
And I love them for their marriage. They've been married for well over 50 years now, and they definitely love each other still. I want to be that way when I'm old. I want to still have a passion for God and a passion for my wife and just a love for everyone. It's so cool, because the more I think about it, the more I know that they're going to be with God in heaven when they die: they just emit that light of God. And they're not perfect, either. I have to disagree with some of their choices. Though I love my grandma, she is absolutely stubborn about moving out of their house, despite the fact that they live in a bad neighborhood that is rapidly decaying (I'm sure drugs and other mischief goes on frequently around them). Still, I love both of them and their fervor for Jesus.
Sleep can be my best friend and my worst enemy. I hate it when God is really changing me and I get all worked up for Him, then I go to sleep and, upon waking, mediocrity has returned. That's the challenge of a walk with God, isn't it? Overcoming the natural mediocrity that sets in with every new day: grabbing a hold of Him always and never letting go, renewing that grasp daily if need be (and spending time daily with Him no matter what). Still, sleep can be the greatest thing ever when you are completely exhausted mentally or physically; it feels so nice.
Speaking of sleep, does anyone ever have dreams where there's a person who you feel an extreme love toward? I recently had one of those dreams; they're so lovely. The emotion I feel (and I can always remember it when I wake up) is not at all lust...I'm pretty sure that it's almost the closest thing to pure love that I will or can ever experience. It blows me away every time. It's really hard to describe, but I think I can half-accurately say it's like the love you have for your mom when you're a small child, at the time when your memories were fading in and you can barely remember that time now. It's the same feeling as when you were with your mom and you never wanted to leave, nothing could pull you from that moment: you wanted it to last forever. You felt completely safe in her presence, she was everything to you then. That love is amazing.
That's how I want to love God and my future wife (if God so desires me to have one).