People are messy and difficult and beautiful and wonderful.
The fear of the pain involved with the risks of connection makes me shrink back.
The hope of the joy involved in making a connection makes me take those risks.
I've discovered that in the end, I can't be cynical about people forever and I don't want to. I'm not perfect either and I shouldn't expect others to be. I am drawn to relationship. I am drawn to others. Why? Because that's part of what makes me human. That's how I was created.
I am learning to accept that.
It's weird because even when I feel the urge to despair over loneliness, even the faintest connection gives me a glimmer of hope. And the more I connect, the more I realize how human I actually am.
I wonder if God is ever lovesick over humanity. I get the image the He probably is.
I miss Him. I wonder if He misses me too.
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