There's something that makes us dangerous when we're in love. I am emphatically and affectionately in love. My heart belongs to a King, a Lover, a Servant, a Man. He is my Hero. He continues to save me (as if saving me once wasn't enough), and showing me what it is to be pursued and sought after. The life I lead is full of adventure and risk, highs and lows, whispers and kisses. I am on a romantic climb with the One who loves deeper than Song of Solomon knows how to express. He created me for His love, and I'm sure for His entertainment. ;) He enjoys my silliness. In fact, He created it. He finds so much enjoyment in who I am, that while I'm falling in love with Him, He's falling in love with me.
Jesus. The only One who knows me better than I know myself. The only One who continues to take my breathe away every day. The One who surprises me with all the little things He says. He sure doesn't whisper sweet "nothings" in my ear...but He sure does whisper sweet "somethings". I cling to every word He speaks, just waiting for the next one, ready to experience His goodness.
This is a dangerous love. In this love we realize Who we belong to. I think that's one of the most important things we could ever grasp.
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