He speaks to me like a lover
I sometimes think that the depressing turbulence in my romantic life is just a means for God to sneakily claim a sturdier place in my heart. His ‘wooing’ is rather effective, though, and He puts His points across so well, I feel like just running off into the wilderness, forsaking Man and all men. To commune with Him and depend on nothing more but His grace and His mercy.
I want to run away with God. Scary, isn’t it?
But it’s hard to resist when I hear these whispers..
I know you.
I am here for you.
I will not be distant from you, and will be as close to you as you want me to be.
I will not lie to you.
I will not abandon you for another.
I will be your confidante, your secrets I will not reveal.
I will listen and not judge.
I will not shy from your pain or anger.
I will not hurt you the way men will, though they cannot help it because it is their nature to wound. Their love is imperfect, because they are.
I will not spurn your affection.
I will protect you.
I will not make you feel unworthy.
My love will be enough for you, my grace sufficient to last you the rest of your days.
I do love you.