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It's almost 3 am and I find myself with moist eyes asking the same question I have for years, possibly for all my life: what is love? And why, when we find a love that is more amazing than anything we've ever know, do we run like hell? Why do we settle for something else, something that dries us up like the desert? Are we so bent on self-destruction?
Of course, when I say 'we', though I am speaking of the entire human population, I'm thinking about myself. I keep breaking His heart. And why is His heart breaking? Because He knows that's exactly what I'm doing to myself. I'm destroying myself. He has what I need for my healing, and He wants desperately to give it to me, but I won't have it.
Why am I so unfaithful? I don't want to do this...so why do I keep doing it?
Of course, when I say 'we', though I am speaking of the entire human population, I'm thinking about myself. I keep breaking His heart. And why is His heart breaking? Because He knows that's exactly what I'm doing to myself. I'm destroying myself. He has what I need for my healing, and He wants desperately to give it to me, but I won't have it.
Why am I so unfaithful? I don't want to do this...so why do I keep doing it?
