Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Don't Stop Believing

Some days I really do feel like just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. That midnight train going anywhere sounds very tempting sometimes. I hear that song playing over and over in my head and want to scream. It mocks me.

Why shouldn’t I stop believing in love? Love has never ended well for me. My mind tells me that loving is foolish. Logically, it would be better for me to just forget the whole thing. My heart, however, keeps grasping at every silly hope to come along. Why?

God is love. It doesn’t say that God is like love or that God is loving—it says God IS love. It is so much a part of His personality that it isn’t just an characteristic, it’s a definition.

I don’t think it’s even possible for me to stop believing in love. Love has been stamped on my very soul, no matter how many times life tramples it. To stop loving would be to stop worshipping… to stop breathing.

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