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Veiled Love

They say love is blind. Can we really not see? Is our vision clouded? The moments seem to last a lifetime.

Never ending.

The longing, waiting, hoping.

Should the veil be lifted?

Should I take a peek?

A chance has been given but to taste it would be glorious.

Do I dare drink from the cup that has been given?

The time is near, crawling ever closer. Gently grazing against my fingertips. I can feel it, waiting for it to be in my grasp.

I must take care.

It is like porcelain, so fragile waiting to break.

Like a hurricane wanting to sweep me away.

Like sand where I sink deep.

Yet,

so strong not even death will steal it away.

This is where I have chosen to be and where I have been chosen.

Now finally, the veil is lifted.

- D

5/18/2021

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I often have these troubling moments when I totally don’t believe in God anymore, and I wonder what it would be like to live without Him. I was an atheist for most of my life, so these thoughts are comfortable and familiar, like the blue plaid super-hero cape I wore in third grade. I go down a spiral of binge-reading atheism blogs and I can’t stop myself. I start to wonder if God even does anything because there’s so much horror in the world, or if He’s just a construct of a hopeful mind looking for momentary relief. It can take days to pull back from this, and doubts never really fade; you just live with them. I remember the words of that father with the demon-possessed son, who told Jesus, “I do believe, but help my unbelief!” And Jesus healed him. He didn’t shut them down. He didn’t say, “You better believe all the way first.” I get to thinking there must be more than all this, and that God did break into this fractured world somehow and began a healing at some point in history for all of eternity, an invitation to a new story, a reversal of entropy. I get to thinking we’re not just spinning alone out here, and that this is all going somewhere, and I have this tiny mustard-seed-sized faith that Jesus tells me can move mountains. I think even if this isn’t true, I so badly want it to be, and maybe that’s okay too. I do believe, and he doesn’t shame me for my unbelief. For that, I can believe Him — and for a moment, the mountains get shaken. — J.S.

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The tragedy in our generation today, is that ladies would rather have a man of God than God himself; don’t be so eager to find your man of God, when you have yet to find yourself in God who made all man.