Posts Tagged ‘lover’

Thank you for loving me

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for giving me such a high standard of what love could be.

Thank you for when you looked upon me with loving eyes.

The moments when you thought I could do no wrong.

You were vulnerable with me,

You believed in a future with me.

 

I failed you and watched your love for me die…

I see the remnants of it in your eyes.

The ashes of what could of been.

Sometimes it tries to escape but it is no longer what it could be.

 

You’re with me but you’re really gone.

You stand in front of me but you’re somewhere else.

Your arms are cold.

There is a space between us.

You say you love me but your actions tell me different,

your body tells me different,

your heart screams something different.

 

I watch you sleep, and feel incomplete.

But more so, I see it is just me.

That the world is spinning,

time is finishing,

and I realize the half I am is as whole as I will ever be.

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Repeat after me…

ImageGod is real.

 

…The End.

 

I mean seriously, it’s that simple. There is no verse in the bible that proves this to me. And there is no situation in life that can disprove it to me either.

 

Look. There is no need to add fancy words or lovely phrases. And there is no need to quote the greatest theologians and prophets.

 

Because the truth is: God is not up there, ‘somewhere.’ He is right here. He is with me.

 

He is not a religion.
But He is life, and breath.

It is from Him I move and have my being. He is the reason I get up each morning, and knowing Him gives my life meaning. He is the reason that when all else crumbles around me I still see the way He is providing.

 

He is why I am saved.

 

In Him I find grace in my most sinful state.

Listen.
This isn’t theology.
This isn’t abstract.

 

God touches my life in more ways than any earthly lover, father or friend ever could. And the most beautiful thing is: I don’t need to prove it to you. And guess what? I can’t either. God doesn’t need me to stand up emboldened at His defense. He is capable of doing that—on His own.

Because, after all, the most beautiful words in the bible don’t erase the sorrows that are so real in the lives of many. And you know what? It’s not supposed to.

 

The faith and trust that comes from having a personal relationship with God is the true balm to the sorrowful, and salve to the wounded.

 

Last time kids, repeat it with me: God. Is. Real. Whether you are happy, sad, or mad. Whether you are on the mountaintop or in the valley. He is ever-present, and always faithful.

 

Thus, the question that continues to perplex the most brilliant minds of this generation is not whether God is real.

 

 

But whether He is real to you.