How do we ever know we can trust with whom we fall in love, when we must do exactly that? The faith shown there is as much as I will ever put into anything. I want to believe there's a love thats true, every bit as much as I need this love, too.
I choose to believe. I choose of my own free will. But I also believe my time is short, now. Everywhere I turn the evidence points toward an end. And as much as anything else right now, I need a friend.
Life can twist and turn and leaves many bitter and hurting. If we make it through our troubles and keep a cheerful heart I know happiness is sure to follow. The strength of self reliance can build me up, as surely as misplaced faith will tear me down. The question is, do I have another loss that I can afford? My heart is not yet fully broken, and I can't believe that is what God wants. But God does want me to be free. The chains that bind us to the world are bolted to my heart. I am not too blind to see,
that is where to start.