I always say I should blog more but then I get conflicted thoughts about how no one wants to read what I have to say but then I think is my blog for me or them? At any rate I found a couple of things on Tumblr I wanted to share.
Here they are:
“The beauty of Christ is His love for us is not
dependent of our love for ourselves. He loves us whether we love
ourselves or not. He loves us if the sun is up or the sun is set. He
loves us when it rains and when it shines. He loves us whether we think
He does or not.
How do I know this? Because He created a world that denied Him, but
He still loved us and instead of destroying us (Because that would be
the case if He didn’t.) He came down, lived with us, laughed with us,
cried with us and ultimately died for us.
Christ’s love for us is within His very DNA; No matter what you
think, Christ loves you, even if you don’t feel Him. He will always
love you.
”
and
“I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re
so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look
at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are
with me, and you’re just fun and you harass me and you make fun of me
and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you
enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how
long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m
crazy about you. I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really
don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a
dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this
train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were
holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t
believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you. It’s like a
condition, it’s like polio. I feel like I’m gonna die if i can’t be with
you and I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die and I don’t care cause I
was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that
you would want me back? It’s like, greedy.”
