"it was intended to be pure, holy, good, but i've held onto it so dearly [for dear life] that my entire being is dependent on it.
what is good can become sin if you desire it more than God."
we sat at the table with partially eaten french toast. the distance between his heart and mine decreasing as his spirit embraced my broken spirit. safe with my love i sobbed, "i miss God."
looking not at me but through me, he spoke tenderly, "i see that... i've seen that for sometime."
i came up for air, and whispered, " i don't want to miss God anymore."