You must approach dating with a pure heart, as that is my heart. Do not lust after your brother or sister, because then you are not approaching him/her motive-free.
Think of how you came to know and love me. It is because I first loved you. For no reason. With no motives. And so you accepted my love. And then returned it.
Dear one, this is how you all are wired. If you play the world’s love game, you will surely lose. You are on my team, the winning team, and if you play by my rules, you will always be victorious.
Is this what God intended? He made me from your rib, and yet it is you who is making me… humbling me, destroying me… and by doing so, revealing Him.
My dear, though at times it is painful, I promise that I will love you as sure as He has loved me. I will no longer barter or bargain for your love. I will no longer expect, demand, or trade for your love. I will… simply… love… Offering myself to you, again and again at this altar called marriage. And I will do this to my death, though my death it may very well bring…
…God risked Himself on me and so I will risk myself on you.
Why It Hurts to See You Fight (A Poem on Divorce. From the child within me.)
It hurts me to see you fight.
I wish there was something I could do.
Anything to stop the war
Silently waging between you two.
The silence is what hurts the most.
You pretend everything’s fine.
Telling me it’s just an argument,
When it happens every time.
But I can see the bitterness
behind the words you say.
Using your tongues as weapons,
Piercing all that’s in your way.
So every time I watch you fight
I get hit with daggers too
They soar to my left, wrong, and right
Because I’m standing between you
It’s a heavy weight to hold,
Your parents’ wounded love.
It feels my urgent duty
To protect what I’m a product of.
When you fight I choose no side
As I feel for both of you.
I don’t notice who is wrong or right,
I only look for truth.
And the truth is that you’re both amazing,
just the way you are
I’m overwhelmed with love each day,
I love your flaws and all.
I wish you could see eachother
The way that I see each of you.
Some days they seem forgotten-
The countless attractions of you two.
Maybe if we focused hard
On all the good in us,
We’d forgive all of the little faults
And see things like Jesus does.
Stop working on the marriage and work on yourselves instead. Bring a better yoU to the Union and your marriage will work.