Risk

I am frightened by what this is doing to me. The fear of losing bits of yourself in the process, yet wishing to dance like no one's looking. 'To live is to risk death.' - how insanely true.

As I sink deeper, I pondered what love is. Speak He did, to me.

"Love suffers long and is kind;
love does not envy;
love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails. .." - 1 Cor 13:4-8

Words that repeat themselves too many times somehow find a way of not getting in. Think reciting of the national pledge every day of the school year. Yet if He shows them to you, they jump out and you cannot hide.

Memories of the unnecessary irritation shown at loved ones shame me. And so I must admit if you mark it like this - and so He says it must be - I love no one, not even those I genuinely believed I do.

'My heart belongs to Jesus alone, and I will have it no other way. Yet it feels like I have been in the desert for a bit.' - a very dear friend echoed my sentiments at this moment.

claire