Love found me knocked down from my last battle.
Love picked me up and bound up my wounds and carried me from the harm of the world.
Love showed me care, gave me a reason to smile again and the strength to fight once more.
I fled from Love and chose to fight again. To against doubt, lies and the fiery dragon that was her, the archer of failure and she won.
She hit me, she tore me down and told me I was nothing but a little worm. I lost all courage and strength. I was left alone in a forlorn arid land.
Like a streak of light in a dark room, Love came to my rescue. I was filled with so much shame and anger. I couldn’t even look him in the eye but he wrapped his arms around me and told me, “I have been waiting and searching for you.”
I remembered why I fought for so long in an effort to fill the void that was growing inside of me. All along I was convinced I could fight this battle on my own but Love showed me otherwise.
Once again like a little baby, love carried me out of that desert and I promised to trust him from then on. And I am glad I did. For now I dwell in a land with green pastures, fresh streams of water and all manner of manna raining from the sky.
In Love I lack nothing.
In Love I have strength and joy that is beyond all human understanding.
I remain courageous to walk through darkest valleys.
Now that I have found love or rather ,now that love has found me, there is definitely no other place I want to be than in his warm and compelling presence.