If I speak, let it be in love.
If I listen, let it be in humility.
If I rejoice, let it be in gratitude.
If I suffer, let it be in faith.
Love is a game and one of chance.
Play by the rules and win romance.
First roll the dice, and then advance.
You may get lucky or just a dance.
Love is a gamble and kind of a bitch.
With playing, cheating, and tryna get rich.
Motives matter when looking to hitch.
Some hearts soar to false heights and land in a ditch.
Love is erratic, no tales are the same.
Some bask in pleasure, others wallow in pain.
With love, you can embrace or abstain.
Whatever approach, love is a game.
I want to take a moment and thank all of you who commented on the post Full Disclosure. Each and every one of your words have touched my heart. I had to stop and thank God. That type of unity in Christ’s love is what causes the devil to tremble in fear.
Words have immense power. Words of criticism lead to insecurity. Whereas words of encouragement reinforce our faith.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. (Proverbs 16:24)
When I began this spiritual journey, I thought most opposition would come from non-Christians. Atheists, particularly. That’s not the case. The biggest challenges came from Christians with strict doctrine. Those who say “in love” things like:
- You have no business speaking Christ’s name.
- You need to stop doing this and that right now. No wonder you had rough experiences.
Christ loves us. A degenerate race of selfish entities granted eternal life by the blood of Jesus. The blood spilled because of us is the blood that was spilled for us.
I wanted to preface the post with this fundamental truth as a beautiful reminder of what matters most.
Several of those who follow(ed) Real as the Streets brought to my attention that I’m not a good example for Christianity.
I’m afraid that’s true.
I’m not a good example. In fact, I’m not an example at all.
I’m just a sinner with a blog and no spiritually redeeming qualities outside of my faith in Christ.
I had a date with destiny and loved the way he looked at me.
Reflecting doe-eyed devotee, our fairy tale future, guaranteed.
That’s how it was supposed to be. But life’s a bitch, unfortunately,
There are no second dates with destiny. Just fragments of fate and lines of poetry.