My Beloved is beautiful
He is dazzling and excellent
Confession: I don't entirely understand what it means to love Christ. Sometimes I swear that I just knot myself into thought loops that are impossible to reconcile with reality. Like, maybe I'm not so far off track as I feel myself to be, feelings being untrustworthy thermometers. But at the same time, I'm okay with that dissatisfaction. Discontent is wrong when it is a matter of material possessions, but I never want to be content with where I'm at in relation to Jesus. Because this place I'm at, no matter how close, is still too far as long as there is any space between us.
It's funny how we begin to understand things more clearly as life goes on.
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