Return of the Raspberry Sherbet

I've been doing some more thinking on this, and when I did a field test I realized my initial theory needed editing.
I don't think we know what our raspberry sherbet is until someone tells us.
There is a theory in philosophy and psychology, that we don't know our thoughts until we find the nomenclature and syntax to describe them (or we know them but can't deal with them until they are formed into sentences). This rings true to me. Especially in terms of abstract things like feelings. We have not the distance from ourselves to be objective judges.
Ideally we want a spouse to love us better than we love ourselves; have a more thorough knowledge of our person-hood and stronger belief in our capacity to be sanctified. This is what Jesus does for us with perfection, but ideally a spouse is acting like Jesus, right?

I had no idea that raspberry sherbet was going to complete me until I discovered it serendipitously in my mother's freezer. I never knew that it was what I was looking for, or I would have been frequenting the frozen food sections of grocery stores much earlier.
Brand of Awesome is clearly more complicated to define than I thought, and also more difficult to recognize in life.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us...

I heard a really terrible story today. It was about a fight a couple had. I was in tears from the terrible things x said to y. This was bad enough, but in retaliation y satisfied herself with saying a bunch of terrible things about x. The problem with relationships is that both people in them aren't perfect but expect some vision of perfection from the other person or from the relationship. And instead of realizing that nothing works they stay in the toxic pit of depression so long as the other person is dragged down with them. The saddest part is after hearing this story from my nightmares I thought, okay finally now she will realize this needs to end. But the more y talked the more I saw she was going to keep the relationship going if she had any possible chance. Because people are that afraid of being alone. And that is what made me sicker than anything. 

Thank God for being single.

thank God for people who confess their sin. 

thank God for redemption. 

thank God for sanctification.

thank God for forgiveness.